Aurora.

Please, keep this quiet, 
As I'd rather it not heard, 
Nor spoken. Lest, these words 
Get broken and end up a mess. 

I digress; 

I barely remember when the stars - 
Our stars - 
Weren't tainted by the clouds.  Or our heads. 
What it was like when my mouth was untied. 

And honestly, time after time,
I'm much less surprised. 

Don't let your hands gather and bend, 
And rest under your chin out of hate - 
Or mine may have no place. 
I know that is what's meant, 
But let's pretend we're good. 

We're great. 

(And yes, it's still just me and you, 
And yes, I will still wait, 
And yes, you've had your fun.) 

Oh, 
I'm sorry, how rude of me, 
Would you like to say this aloud? 
Allow me to stop writing, 
Please initiate tongue. 



Quite done?
Quite proud?