you whispered to 

the bible last 

night, and i 

heard your 

quiet words

echo through

those pages

 

because you 

hide away, 

fingers clicking

away at the 

laptop in 

hope of finding

a fort for 

your refuge 

 

i wonder if 

you feel 

seen 

when night 

comes under

the flickering

lights 

 

and each summer,

we would

sing about

night turning

into day, 

but the melody

was reminiscent

of our 24 hour

existence 

 

your feet 

left marks

in the sand,

marks that

will grow 

slowly but surely.