Before We Enter Dusk

I will be silent, 

So as not to disturb 

Life, 

Being busy

With the sun,

The changing 

Seasons,

Being furious. 
I will tiptoe my 

Way to 

To steal moments,

Hiding behind 

Countertops 

And cookbooks, 

I’d look at your 

Handwriting and

I’d remember how

Afternoons 

Taste like;
It was never night. 

It was never something

Loud.

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