Night

you come in the hours

when the world forgets sound,

your touch like a secret

that barely feels

found.

you breathe on my shoulder

like a half-written vow,

a moment that trembles

but never learns

how.

you leave with the night

before truth can appear—

some hearts only bloom

when no daylight

is near.

and I lie in the hush

where your warmth used to be,

wanting the part of you

you never

gave

me.