That night,
We lay down on cold grounds,
And lay our heart and soul bare,
The warmth of which was comforting.
We gazed back at the glittering black sky,
We were close under the twilight.
We talked as the night transformed into morning.
We talked about things, simple things
And complicated things.
We talked about growing up and growing old,
About hopes and expectations,
About life and belonging,
About purpose and identity,
About theories and ideologies,
About happiness and contentment,
About pain and solitude,
And we talked about nothing,
A moment there was unstoppable conversation.
Another, there was debatable discussion.
And some moments we remained in silence,
In utter beautiful silence, between the two of us.
I was delighted at the different ways we could communicate,
There was comfort and disagreement.
I think to myself now. I think that was love.
Until dawn broke on us.