The Real-est Things

Last night the moon was full,
The house was quiet,
I stalked, tired and pattering to stare in the looking glass;
My eyes are tired,
I feel...
Drained,
As though...hope may be lost tonight...
I sit in my bed,
Lonely
The full moon lighting keeps things brilliant in spite of the in-house darkness.

The longing for you...
I can't... keep it...
It wanders...
It has its own mind.

The wanting you...

The desperate desire to feel you close to me...
I...

Ellipses seem sometimes the real-est things.