Dun shadows hang haunt the mornings as a smile haunting his sleep. It’s light because of the sunrise. It’s light because of the streetlights. He can’t be here anymore.
Secrets prolonged in his silence etches away at her eyes. It’s quiet because of the crying. It’s quiet because of the streetlights. There’s night besides.
Her words are akin to pleasure senseless surrealties that say because of the moonlight that say because of the danger don’t say because anymore.