Enthralling Shadows

My room is dark.

It’s dark enough that my imagination feels entitled to fill the dark space around me. 

I open my eyes to a void.

Directly upwards of me I see your face.

Around me the shadows grab me like your hands. 

They grab my wrists and hold me in place.

Unable to move, I stay staring at your face.

It warps in its nonexistence,

Never a clear image.

The shadows and mirages can’t actually do much though. 

Against both our will, you release me.

A short poem today.