I went with him to his terrace,

holding his hand as I never wanted him to leave.

Kept me awake with the shining moon,

wanted to wait until it's next time.

I wasn't afraid of the feelings,

nor was I intrigued by the moon,

that darkness wasn't allowing me to leave him alone.

I was waiting for the sun to come

so that the brightness would let me leave, without telling.

I was asleep in his arms,

he was looking at me when I awakened,

the sun was setting while setting me free.

-Riya Shah

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