There’s no moon out here tonight. It seems almost pitch black — and that feels appropriate.
Because of the street lights and porch lights of my quiet suburban street, the sky looks totally dark from my front porch. I know there are no clouds tonight, though, so the stars have to be there.
The glow of all these dim ambient lights covers up the pinpricks which represent a million burning infernos of light and heat in the distance.
But the light and heat of those stars seem impossibly far away right now. As much as I wish I could feel the heat and see the light, my heart feels the cold distance and knows that it reflects the emptiness of my heart — and the distance between my cold heart and warm love.
I touched real love a little while ago. Just for a moment. It was an accident. But I touched it for a moment — and it was warm and bright and colorful — yet it was just an illusion that I could not hold onto.
But that brief touch has me looking for light and warmth as I sit alone in the darkness after midnight.
My heart needs to know where love is now.

What are you likely to regret when it’s too late to change?
If I look closely at my old self, there’s a lot which is now dead
Laughing at the ‘rapture cult’? Those who believe in the state are no different
Part of me loves you dearly, but warring parts are hostile or afraid
Some Ohio State football fans believe a U.S. president has superpowers
News used to be important; now it’s well-dressed entertainment
Spoiled brat sues White Castle because he can’t fit into a booth
In a sane world, everyone would think and act exactly the way I do