The Cardial Clock

The night is silent
When we first meet
You do not speak
And neither can I

You break the silence
A simple “Hey.”
Is all it takes
And soon sound blooms

A pause in us
But the night is not quiet
Nor is it really night
Dawn buds awake

Day passes
In quiet murmurs
We trade stories
And secrets

I wonder,
As night creeps back,
What will it be like
After you’re gone


Just a heads up

I’m going to start posting poems on here every now and again between the pictures. I’m a better writer than photographer, so expect the quality to be a bit more. Even if I’m still an amateur in most things