When it stays,
it becomes a story.

Its wings
draw patterns in the sky,
constellations
that beckon
hearts sunken in darkness,
filling with stars
the boiling oceans.

When love stays,
it becomes a story.

I’m here,
listening.
So please,
talk!
Tell me your story.
Tell me you’ll stay!

(c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021
artwork by Marian C. Ghilea