Bedroom Lights

By Zoe Kay

I walked home in the serene pale moonlight, it’s white beams sufficiently lighting the way.
As my abode grew close I saw it. The vibrant splash of orange that was your wall, illuminated only by your bedroom light. So brash and bold compared to the cool ebony houses which surrounded it.
Each night it burned my equally dark eyes and set my mind alight just as you had in the months before. I couldn’t help but look every time, but you never knew.
You never knew how that light set me ablaze, how every night I tried to extinguish the fire you left. How that orange wall burned through the night just like the stars under which we first met.
But it could never be extinguished, for you were afraid of the dark, and your bedroom light was always on.

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