That light makes remarkable
shapes in the night. That glow that
seeps through the crack of the door.
That shine that glimmers slightly
against the corner of that
white wall where that picture hangs.
That picture you drew of me
in that black hoodie. Ever
so gently that pencil stroked
the page and the pencil shades
an image you have of me—
that song in my mind that you
sang so quietly that night
your toes grazed my shins so we
looked up as the light shone in.