Nobody Knows
Nobody knows what happens in the night,
when stones are silent. Nothing stirs outside.
One street lamp spills a cone of yellow light,
where feral felines pour and flow. The tide
of day has ebbed so far away, we're left
with stillness, clotting under brooding towers.
Nobody sees us in our hidden cleft,
or knows what moves between us. This is ours.
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