On hollow’s eve, the night is dark and stars shines dim.
I hold your hand and wait for fright to overtake me from within.
But fear does not come.
On a bright sunny day, the birds sing sweet and loud.
I shut my eyes and wait for warmth to hide behind a cloud.
But warmth does not stop.
On a sad rainy morning, the drops make wet from dry.
I wait for rain to fall on my face to mask tears I cry.
But tears are not shed.
When you are here, the pain isn’t what I fear.
You weaken the blow and confirm what I know.
Whispers of hello, but please don’t ever go…
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