By the kitchentable

You're here, and suddenly gone.
Maybe in between it all.
A light grows dark
and a red drop is falling.

A creak from the door,
believing it was you.
Waiting for the morning light
to blend into this night
without a star or a song.

Beating heart: Stop!
And beat again,
lonesome by the kitchentable.
Picking clouds with silverspoons,
daughters of moonlight.
Card falling from the sky,
maybe a lucky ace?