夜の涙

He never tells me when he's lonely, I know he doesn't want me to find out.
But the way he moves leaves an air of something empty, like a street after the rain stops.
His hands hold my cheeks and he stares into my eyes like his missing pieces are buried within my memories somewhere.
Our chests pressed so close together, hearts beating in tandem, each heart willing the other silently to never stop pumping.
Tears don't fall like raindrops, but more like candle wax, slowly down our faces, sliding and caressing.
They mingle with skin and sweat and are lost in bodies of emotion.
Time has no meaning at night, seconds pass like an eternity. The clock stops ticking and we might sleep forever if the sun didn't turn the night into another promise.