Her Last Night

The shadows on the wall dance despite the lack of music, and the ringing in my ears hasn’t stopped since the day I was born. She doesn’t want to hear that it’s all going to end and he hasn’t taken a single breath.

There’s a demon in the sea that’s asking for a heart, to put some sky in the dark ocean twilight. He raises his fists and cries, “I do remember sleeping, but I can’t remember how!” and then the world moves on towards its ending.

Would the wind carry me away, as I’m walking on air? To be there as she stands to raise her glass. She toasts the night as it’s bound to be her last. I whisper in her ear, “I know that you’re still alive.”