From the entwined gloominess, He plucked a silence.
She plucked a silence from the same.
And there was a sweet conversation.
A giggle here and a closing eye there,
fluttering kite of a dream together.
Holding her fingers,
forever not leaving it.
Until one day, the cloudy gloominess
poured and washed,
to say it was a dream alone.
And I slept.
