Songs of The Abyss

1:00 a.m. Mofongo

I watched you eat again for the first time in months.

You were always very self-conscious about how you looked.

I guess something made you stop caring about it.

It may be stupid but it simply made me love you more.

Why?

Maybe it's those little twinkles in your eyes.

When something excites you, your eyes glimmer like stars.

The black void becomes filled with blinding holy light.

I am drawn to it like a moth to the flames.

So warm and comforting.

Perhaps it's not just the eyes but also the little dancey-dance.

You don't notice it, although I suspect you do it on purpose.

Every time we had lunch at that restaurant you like or ice cream.

I remember how you swayed side to side closing your eyes in bliss.

Something so simple and mundane but somehow you make it special.

I long to sit and have lunch with you again.

Maybe to watch you do those cute little faces.

Perhaps to have an excuse to sit in silence with you.

Or maybe just to get a kick of joy by watching you being happy.