Can I tell you?
Can I tell you how I crave that flash of white- that sudden lone light?
The one that finds me— in surprise — in the deep, deep, dark tunnel where I hide.
Can I tell you how time stopped; standing just perfectly still?
A split second somehow stretched into a space filled with forever.
Breath removed from the air; underwater sounds whispered in my ear.
My frozen stare; blinding and surreal.
My North Star. So brilliant and white.
Will you be gone in a flash — like the flash in which you came?
Gone — and only the craving of light left to remain?
Blow through me then — would you mind just blowing me away?
Please can I tell you?
Can I tell you what happened?
Can I tell you how I need you to tell me, too?