23rd March, was it?
Or 24th?
Nevermind.
It was dark and cloudy
I was glad
I couldn't be seen.
I don’t talk much, or at least
That’s what I knew.
But with you,
Talking was like reading, breathing
in a new scent
That I could recall only for a week after that.
But someone turned the light on,
And there I was,
And there you were,
And we stopped
talking.
It is exactly 12:44 am now.
It’s dark and cloudy,
And I am talking,
Not to you, or me, or anybody else.
But just talking.
You have taught me, how to.