Healing

Stolen kisses under a moonlit sky, mosquitoes buzzing annoyingly nearby, whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears, yet silence was deepest and most dear.
Silent actions mimicking few words, a slap across the face with the sound going unheard, tears flowing freely as whispers are angry, a push, a shove, a crack and disappear.
Another starry sky with a bottle and cigarette shared, huddled together in their own small lair, his arms are protecting, comforting, apologizing, but her cheek is still bruised yet now healing.