My silence

My silence is painful
it hurts mostly at night
as I wait for your whispers
carried by the winds
demanding your presence.

My silence is made
of the darkness of new moons
demanding patience
till the next feast of light.

My silence is broken
only with your humming spells
and the faint brush strokes
of our skin.
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