preferred the night because I

have to make a choice

in the time I can be silent again

like a desperate song played

on a deserved hour for a friend

spared the moments

of fond memories of a definite closeness

perhaps the

happiness received will be relived one day

interested in the message that is

carefully hidden beneath the surface

as if a fish that wanted darkness or

letting the spider go back outside

during the moments of silence

if you look you can practically

see the words hanging there in the air

after you read the whole thing

seems like there was a hard left turn

that reminds me of cooking with too much salt

every time I need to be comforted I can

remember you are here