wanderlust.

nightfall

because the nightfall was her

friend

she would stay up and wait just to tell

all her best stories

she would talk, her words dripping passion

and in these solitary hours, not once,

did the night let her down.

it always came up

every

night;

sunless

and

secretive.

'I didn't want to break like this' she would say'

'you're too little

to be so

shattered'

the night replied in its usual twisted symphony

'but I know how wearying it can be

to cover universes behind your being

and

to be neglected,

for they sleep when

I awake"