A silent day paired with mean weather—
The sun gave no warning before it showed up.
My skin grew tanner by the second,
But it didn’t matter—
My mind was piled up,
Wandering into another realm,
As the noise outside faded like sounds underwater.

Warm wind swept through my bangs,
Tickling my brows.
My palm cupped my jaw,
As I tilted toward the door,
Sitting still—
Like an abandoned statue on the floor.

And then I met his gaze.
It didn’t search for answers,
But somehow—it shouted my name.
It was louder than his charm,
Almost ethereal—
Like kaleidoscope art:
A beauty no being could ever describe.

Just a fleeting scene.
But in my home,
He took a permanent seat.

In a world of popstars and flashing idols,
I was drawn to a quiet soul—
Wiping his sweat,
As he washed strangers’ bowls