As we sit here once again
together, waiting to talk,
I know if I speak first, I'll lose you,
but if you do, I still will do.
So as mute companions
we read each others' mind,
playing to win this deceptive game,
and end what has never begun.
A playful cricket strikes a note,
as I turn to find you gone.
And I wonder when we'll meet next,
my friend, silence of the night.
~ Ankur.
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