I live in the basement of my house.
I go to work early in the morning before the sun is too bright.
I don't see outside the clinic walls again until the sun has long been set.
I go to school, driving away from the sun for an hour.
I come home, driving into the night.
The weekends are cold and no one's outide.
I stay in, and the lights are dimmed.
The scented candles are metled but never lit.
I go out at night and sit in cars alone with a boy.
This boy is blonde and he is beautiful.
Though his brow and bangs shadow his eyes, they are the brightest I've ever seen.
I can feel the warmth of his heart through his heavy jacket.
His hands are rough and warn but they are soothing.
He will not fight but his arms are around me and I am safe.
He is faith, love and light.
He is Patrick but I am In Love.