A Void Hears No Noise But Sees Everything

Pitter patter,

On the sidewalk, raindrops splatter.

Immersed in this sound and lost

In a hazy, dream-like fog,

We talk and leisurely walk

Down the many streets

Of a far-away city

In search of comfort and cover.

“Kiss her, kiss her.”

A forbidden desire 

Draws me closer to her

While revealing its sinful nature 

On my finger.

Kissing her,

Our lips and hearts become both tender

And as intimate as a whisper.

Pitter patter.

I admire your youthful figure,

As your unwavering attention 

Remains fixed on the auditory sensation

Of raindrops kissing the windowpane.

I say, “Listen,”

But I distract you.

Selfishly, I continue,

“It is you I will love forever,

Never mind any weather;

Through thick and thin,

Will you keep me company?

Just on late nights, of course, when

I find myself lonely?”

Pitter patter.

Whether it’s flirty dinner chatter,

Or a crowd of hands congratulating—

You insist it doesn’t matter—

“They’re all the same sounds; some are just louder.”

Yet, when I glance at your glistening eyes,

I realize they contradict your words.

I never understand what your riddles mean.

But, I enjoy watching you think.

Yes, at times I do feel guilty.

Still, I continue pursuing

Whatever distracts me externally…

Anything to conceal the void

I see within me.