Conversation

     
Tonight all I see and hear is you . You fall behind shadows as I try to find your presence. I feel It as we were sitting side by side drinking rose wine and dancing around each other. Never wanting to say more than the other and yet in this jet black chasm of the night I would die to hear just one syllable. How hungry I am not for food that is inconsequential but for you I would willingly burn to ash to have one last conversation. Fluid and yes saying too much filling every second. I would tell you how the sun has dropped out of the sky and how the moon is my consolation . As I gaze like an old fool although I am young to young and careless with lack of adjectives.  
I presumed you could read my thoughts but now how I wish I had vocalised some of them outside the realms
of polite conversation.