He flies on orders, boots dusty from goodbyes
A uniform of distance stitched across eyes
Giving no vows, just nights that disappear
A practiced coldness learned year after year
He keeps his shadows locked, folded, and fed
He lends her only hunger from his aching head
She’s velvet at midnight, paid silent in trust.
The keeper of his sins, his aches, and his rust
He never sees the boy who laughs at the sun
Saves his clean light for some other one
They meet on love leased, then set out to flee
Two hearts agree on what won’t ever be…
