In lives beyond and before this one
We complimented each other wonderfully
Bass and treble clefs, a perfect harmony
That stretched beyond 88 keys.

This life is nowhere as romantic,
and beneath the stars in only a current of darkness, a coldness
that stretches way up to clouds that bruise the sky
a deep purple, only one shade lighter than my own.

I've tucked my heart under my sheets
and hold my pillow close
as it creeps toward midnight.
In the dark I can pretend
that you are as soft as this down.

And if I never fall asleep
you can no longer be my waking thought.