12:36 a.m.
monday morn —
bedroom parlour
***
"now aren't you the one
who scavenged my privacy."
his smile — it even lit up
my dark room.
but he knew. knew
all along.
he wanted me to
know that he is the
child of the sun.
and he is devious
for that.
just the way i like it.
someone who can
weave my words from
silence. because i am
tired — i tend to
give up saying my
thoughts. words
aren't enough to
paint the things
i'm carrying.
"you're right. in silence we
see and hear the secrets
that are drowned by noises."
"i see. you're already
learning, my moon."
"you've been teaching
me all along?"
silence. and that
is when i knew
that his answer
was a yes.
***
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