When they said:
“moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars,”
I took that to mean that the best people are revealed at night;
and in the darkest of times.

The people who call you at midnight:
just to make sure you are okay--
those are the ones you should love.

By this standard,
I should love Ben.
And he should still love me.

Because he called me at 1am,
when we were still dating,
just to make sure I was still breathing.

He would miss my voice if he had not heard it in awhile;
he would whisper my name to make sure I would still respond.

And now that he doesn't call anymore:
I wish he did.

Those calls meant so much to me--
to hear his voice relieved once he heard mine,
and to feel the evenness of his breathing calm mine.

Just to be with him,
even if it was over the phone:
it felt so amazing.

And now,
there is nothing left of us--
and the love we had.

I realize he was a star in the darkness,
lighting me up from the inside.

And I just need that light again.

I need midnight people:
who will call me to hear my voice.

I need the ones
who
delight
in
my
very
existence.