leaves are fallen. I am sitting alone, waiting for her.
The night sky is visible through the branches and the moon
burns in one triangle. A few leaves hanging in air are stuck
to the moon. No sound but the crunching of leaves. She is
to her anklet
in her hands. She is being married to someone else. The
air is cool on my face and she cannot see my eyes. I have
never kissed her before. She would not let me. Even today.
will take my leave from the girls' hostel. The door is creaky
with rust. As I close the barred gate, she ties her hair.
Shows me her new perfume.
she touches the musk
behind her ears