A Twinkling

A hundred miles from my own heart, my eyes twinkle in response to the stars and I wonder, in this moment, where you are. The moon seems to nod his head; he wonders too where you’ve made your bed, unknowing how he fills me with dread at the thought of you, undead, undead yet gone away from me. I lie in a field of unrest, the dew mimicking my sweat until I become one with Earth and I lose sight of the hurt, I lose sight of anything but the biting of night air, the tangling of my hair in the winds of despair, I swear, I lose sight of sight, as my day becomes night. Before I fall into my slumber, I cannot help but to once more wonder; Do you miss me, where you are? Do you see these very stars? [I sent the wind to whisper to your bones, “you never had to go.” I hope you know.]