Elsewhere

I lay in the dark for an hour

thinking about going to see you

a bruise on my heart

from the things I think you are seeking

that lie

outside 

of what I am

half an hour past sunset

my choice still half unmade

I sat up,

turned on a light,

closed the blinds,

blocked out the night

and wrote you this note

I lay in the dark for an hour

thinking about going to see you.