Usually you have that diamond brightness on your left eye. Often I have the mystery that makes you uneasy. Or is it the other way around?
Occasionally, fog surrounds us, removing all except for that mysterious diamond. Then you blink. Then I doubt. Or we kiss and forget. Just… We don’t really forget; we wait.
But that November night, you became the person who scares me. The sparkle turned wicked –or so I thought.
Today I told you all –but you can’t know. Today I was the girl who shares her world in a silent conversation. I wonder if I hurt you.
Winter, under dark
northern sky –I walk alone.
No sun, no rainbow.