The Night you said “Night”

Written by Sophie Jayne Whitrick 

 Photograph by  Alexander Possingham

Photograph by Alexander Possingham

 

“Night.” you said.

Barely a kiss, more a touch,

two lips that brush.

Not “Good night.”

 

The air stands still

my lips still question the Brush.

Was there a linger?

 

“Good night, I love you.”

I think but do not speak,

as air stands still

no sound can be carried

dark silence.

 

So I am left hollow

With a Brush, not a touch,

Not a kiss

The night you said “Night.”