Walls

The great thing about being

afraid of the dark

is that in your worst moments,

you know you're never alone.

I talk to shadows,

and they laugh at my stories.

People think I'm crazy

because the only friends I have

come only after sundown,

when I turn off the lights

and the world turns black.

They tell me I'm too far away

to see through the dark;

they wish they knew what I look like.

I tell them thanks for coming anyway,

every night, without fail.

At least they're reliable.

People think I'm crazy

because my only friends live on my walls.

The morning sun exists only to drive them away,

but I closed my curtains long ago.