they talked for hours

they talked for hours

night after night

they talked about everything

though nothing was made.

they said their goodnightd

he gave a kiss and a hug

“c u in the morning”

they slept with that thought

the morning came, nothing said.

they bumped into each other

no hugs, no conversation

a non-existent public life.

the night still comes

they talk again hours on end

like that day didn’t exist

like they were hundred year old friends.

she still waits for him

to ask his questions.

for her to answer them truly.

the slightest acknowledgements.