We meet behind closed doors,
when the light of day
is extinguished,
and the light of night flickers
behind the window’s nightgown.

In the isolation,
the illumination of the room
burns our eyes,
glazed and stained red,
but we won’t look away.

In the isolation,
we pour our souls,
through an unspoken exchange
of words and images
we collect reverently
and share like the gospel.

In the isolation,
we search for ourselves,
and we find others.

In the isolation,
we are not alone.