Standing Alone

        The lake lay like a heavy blue shadow below the shelter of the celadon hill in the hours before midnight. The sky was dusted with clouds of stars like paint splatters from a toothbrush. I felt there were angels watching over me with smiles upon their faces and I could not regret this night even if it stood alone in its uniqueness. 

        I had to phone someone so I picked you and you did not disappoint. Where I saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon. You always had that gift of bringing me to laughter, bringing me home to myself, covering me with salt and kisses and firing me with a sense of belonging. 

        It had to end. All good things do. Now it was time to let the raven call you home. I called to your retreating form.

       ‘Don’t be a stranger!’

       And then, I was alone.