We sit, silent
enveloped in the arms of Nyx.
She's warm today
and her stars shine
illuminating the finer lines
of life.
There are no words
to fill up the space
but we
comprehend the quiet.
So when a tear
meekly rolls down her cheek
I don't speak
but I smile.
Thoughts move along
conveyor belts in my head
and the lamp post, bright
causes the tear to glisten
as I listen
to its tiny reflections
on her face.
enveloped in the arms of Nyx.
She's warm today
and her stars shine
illuminating the finer lines
of life.
There are no words
to fill up the space
but we
comprehend the quiet.
So when a tear
meekly rolls down her cheek
I don't speak
but I smile.
Thoughts move along
conveyor belts in my head
and the lamp post, bright
causes the tear to glisten
as I listen
to its tiny reflections
on her face.
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