The room is a mixture of commercials and grease
The smell of night is unsettling and
The idea that the only light left on in the world
Is the hypnotic blue glow of a television set
Is a picture imperfect reality
It is a moment you can feel being etched into your memory
Like an inerasable scratch on a rock
But I guess only you’ll ever understand
How no word deserves to be spoken
And that we can be synonymous but so different
In a Sahara of smiles I speak in a different tongue
With your heartbeat as important as keeping my eyes shut
And your steady breath as reassuring as my own