Silver and Gold

There’s a pair of gray cat eyes before me,

and that’s all there is, nothing else, nothing more.

Nothing other than those silvered feline eyes.

My entire existence is anchored on them.

And they’re anchored on me.

And together we fall.

We fall into each other for an eternity,

until the moment is gone

and she disappears with it,

taking with her all her silver,

leaving only the unbearable weight

of all this golden silence.

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