He quietly sits at night hoping to be noticed.
Knees on his chin and arms all folded.
He tries to sleep so that he may see the woman of his dreams , but soon realises that everything is never as it seems.
Her hair , her eyes , her smile.
All it took was one night.
Now he sees nothing of her; she was his only sight.
She told him to patiently wait, and kissed him with her eyes.
"I'll never wash it away" - says the boy who cries