Photo By Hamza Baig- Brown wooden door with glass

Hidden Yearning

The candle’s light is burning

She looks out the window

He waits at his balcony

Deep shadows outline her face

He stares looking for a thrill

She smiles in response

He catches a breath

For it is a first for the moon

To smile in his direction

A hand caresses her shoulder

He knows she’s not alone

It pulls her back

And the candle is blown out