Everything

Veil


If he pointed at my scars and asked,
“How?”
I would squirm in my navel and dwindle.

If he gazed at my dead dark eyes and smiled,
“You”
I would stare blindly sieving through his reverie.

If he spilled tender touches all over me,
“Here”
I would hide my soul first under the pillow.

If he serenaded his love through the moist night tears,
“Come”
I would clutch onto my secrets and shudder.

I do not know how to give in,
I do not know how to let go…

The road that still hears my footsteps,
Meanders at the dark of the pin-drop alley.

I forbid my secrets to disrobe and unfurl,
I whisper conspiracies with the midnight air…

Come tomorrow, they look up to me through their veils
And wonder,
How I revived and still breathe warm.

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