QUIET.

the end...

part c.

he wanted to call it love,

like a slim fabric twine

for each of their tender touch

the thread once lithe would add a line.

her clock began to crack

she remembered that it's real,

she doesn't wheeze for air

cause he's all she needs to feel.

now he's the only one

watching waves crash the rocks

he promised, run no more.

he'll remember their little talks.

{quiet. says goodnight!}