Blackout

For a moment there, it was easy to imagine that we were in a blackout.
There were no texts to answer—it was easy to ignore impending due dates and other responsibilities.
It was easy to sit in the dark, instruments in hand, and play quiet, slow songs that made us think about home.
For a moment there, I wanted the power to fail.
I wanted to stay in the dark with the people that I love and admire the way the night wrapped around us.
It is no longer the nights that I fear, nor is it the silence.
I fear losing these simple connections.
For a moment there, I feared light.
With the lights turned off, everything seems easier to understand.