Like a slow-burn film
Like a slow-burn film
Written in cursive,
framed like a slow-burn film
She moves through moments
like fog through old streets,
soft and deliberate,
with silence that speaks.
Eyes like ellipses,
never quite done,
a story unfolding
with no need to run.
Every glance,
a scene;
every word,
a score.
She is both
the script and
something more.
-Niyati
