DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, not what you think....

knew the dark before
never knew how dark it would get
the watch of every window
getting closed on itself, or so they let
in the corner watched
feet hitting the ground, like some time is set
only few let the ground
not swallow their view of palm, let it not regret
can't get the night out of this
nor can the night take this back, not in bet
not in hack
the connectedness relates to its memory
and the memory of connection won't forget
it's packed
the street knows the corner heavily
yellow to its eyes, present of the verb met
for a self-meeting with the color of teal
to be lent
does one know how to cry?
from a different angle, from a perspective sent
secrets play the end
silence seated on a bench, funding its debt
and then, you realize
what you know is the threat
to know the dark in core
to know how dark it would get

                                                            ­                                 ------ravenfeels