are just an excuse to use
all of the candles.
It becomes a glowing, impromptu romantic evening
with soft lights glowing and playful shadows dancing on the wall.
The darkness is no longer frightening
and even the dog seems to sense that it is fun.
Music by radio, and rubbing our feet together as we sit closely on the couch.
When the lights come on, it’s like the movie has ended.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and power-outage-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Once the movie’s done and the lights come up, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those soft-shadowy-syllables for all eternity.