:: He Never Says ::
He holds a cup of drink from Mac Donald's.
I'm sure it is a Coke Light; that is his favorite drink.
He finishes his drink, and goes on to suck the straw
Until it makes a gushing sound at the base of the paper cup.
I think waterfalls.
I glanced at him, expectant.
He continues sucking, oblivious.
He never says anything, anyway.
We stood at the verandah, one A.M.
Overlooking the highway, nearly empty.
Except for the occasional cargo trucks
That make a rumbling sound of distant thunder
As they approach and appear in our peripheral vision.
And disappear again, like the last shuttle for the day.
Something lingers.
The night lingers.
He continues to suck the straw, of the melted liquid.
I hear the gushing sound of waterfalls.
And nothing more.
hence the mood. lol.
A smile, a wink or a gentle touch
Affimation of presence; 'I'm here'
Continuation of love; 'I love you'
Show of affection; 'Lemme hold you'
Though silence sometimes reign supreme
A reply hangs in the still air
For the last time, maybe
For forgiveness, maybe
In the dead of the night, the lingering night
He never says, but he is here
I glanced at him, expectant.
He continues sucking, oblivious.
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My favourite part