Away from the crowd and rays of the sun
are the moments I cherish the most,
It is when, your wisdom
outbreaks from the dam of your lips,
which usually gurgles teases, jokes and laughter
(not intended for me, of course not)

you voice your
dreams and aspirations
painting a rainbow
on the dark night's sky,
and somewhere else aswell...

as well as your insecurities
in a sober expression,
that I don't see during the day
you say you are confused
of what the future holds
and bits of wisdom
out of well read pages

I can't help but think
of how you ignore me
throughout the rest of the day
as if I'm swathed in
invisibility paint and
yet,
how much I crave for
these moments of solidarity..
I become Silas, counting my gold,
ready to forgive every misdoing

Maybe, just maybe
that, has been
my fault
all along