the absence of light

It's like this: I can't see the moon from my window 

But I know she's there in the glow coming in slits from between the blinds

And the shadows cast long and lonely across the gray street

I remember other streets

And how it felt from that side of the window pane

Color bled out in night

Cold bled from my bones

My toes ached on those nights

Tonight they are covered in a smothering of soft blankets and slanted moonlight

Tonight full and cold and on the wrong side of the window and out of sight

She still draws on the part of me

That wants to howl 

My cold and lonely allegiance to her

Until nothing is left in my lungs but frozen air and nothing

Left in my heart but the memory of those lonely streets

And nothing left in my bed but my body, spent and asleep at last