light

the light came inside at waking and i sat up on the matress, his still spiky, blue-flaking hair on the pillow. I knew light meant nearing. the end held in his hands. The light filling the room-not-ours. The light escaping from my fingers and into the litter box, the same tallness as the matress. he lays, hair hardie, navy sheeted, still
there but
the toilette door open knew.