If

If you were there 

where I was,

then I wouldn't be

Where I am now.

But then, you and I 

And nothing else

Matters in this night

Of utter gloom.

Tomorrow, the sun 

May shine his 

Crinkled smile;

But today's moon

Will remain doomed,

To fourteen days of 

Trying to be full.

Only to let go

Of all that is light.

If you were here,

Where I am,

Seeking switches 

In sheer darkness;

You would know

or maybe not,

How sunlight smells 

On empty nights.