Nights of Healing
I sit on the cold floor like I’m dead
Rest my head on the edge of the bed
Morrissey telling me it’s over
While Plath reads me stories of Esther
Starry night hangs above my ceiling
Fairy lights mimic its loving feeling
Although not visible from my view
I know Sirius glows a blue hue
Light years away yet too close to miss
I know he’ll always shine the brightest
My eyes are not as heavy tonight
I dreamed a little more in the light
Growing weeds in my lungs have dulled down
Though thorns still stab with each breath and yawn
The racoon has forgotten our deal
So I’ve finally eaten his meal
I find that when I feel lost the most
Conversations strike with loyal ghosts
Tenderly comforting their poor hearts
Carefully polishing their pure quartz
She gets closer to me night by night
I’ll be her again, I’ll be alright