Once upon a time, I was occasionally a poet. As the years have gone by, I've lost the habit, but I'd love to start again. The hardest part of writing is "killing your darlings" - well, it is at the time you're writing it. Going back seven years later, it's easy to delete everything you've ever written with a keystroke because you're embarrassed by it. But I still like this one, so I'll post it. I don't remember what Twilight I was, but I do remember I submitted this to my poetry class with a disclaimer that it had nothing in common with the then-presently-popular trilogy. Has it been long enough yet that we can say a time of day without invoking sparkly vampires?