I breathe in the dark, desolate, night air,
Stars reflect themselves off my eyes,
As my warmth melts into everything.
Distant howls rupture the quiet,
The quiet that lives in the brush and trees,
With the mountains smiling behind.
I think of you as I look at those stars,
The ones you – miles away – can still see.
I want to stay here separate from you.
Lay my head on the cold, soft ground,
Hug this world and try to never let go.