On the staircase I sit, Beneath the dim glow of the moon. I dream of a quiet room, With your silhouette inside it. A hand reaching out, pulling me closer to your gloom. “Hold me tight, never let go— I’m yours until the day I go. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby. As long as you’re with me, you’ll be fine.” He whispered as his fingers brushed through my hair. I turned my gaze to the streetlamp, Shining strange, like something torn from a dream.