The tendon snaps; you cry for anyone to come, yet no one can hear you in dark. Limping loudly along; you wish for the comforts of home, to take back those words you said before. The trap you found; you scream knowing no one can hear, as the light of the moon dims, disappears.
I dreamed of us walking through the Melbourne streets. The city was dark. All the people walked around with candles of different shapes and sizes. We shared a candle and watched the way all the candlelight shapes moved on the building walls. You and I never felt so free in the ambience of no electricity, yet the city never looked so beautiful. There was no coffee to drink, no sweets to eat, no food to feast, so we stood for a while looking at the Yarra River. Thousands of people with candles moved along the river, over the bridges, and into the night. We used our dying phone charge to take photos of this beautiful night. When we awoke, the photos on our phones were all blank. You couldn’t erase the, “I love you” that escaped your lips.