It is easy to use solitude as armor.
The night is a sanctuary of solitude.
Even though we’re apart.
The darkness can trick my mind into believing we’re still together.
In the night.
It’s all the same darkness.
Does it matter where we are?
We embrace the darkness together.
The darkness tricks me.
Makes me believe what I want to believe.
It makes things easy to forget.
To imagine away.
When the daylight emerges.
Nothing has changed.
You are still dead