By Liam Robichaud
There is a flicker as light leaves the screen.
Finger depressing the button pulls away
to solid black. The room is devoured by shadows.
My eyes struggle to adjust as I step
and stumble over things left scattered.
The walk down the hallway seems unusually long
as I trace my fingers along the hallway to our room.
I make it to my bed and crawl in beside
an emptiness reminiscent of you.
I lay there, cold and alone. Static.