And that night,
I wanted him to cry,
I wanted him to
scream like a child,
but still he was smiling.

I could see those red
veins in his eyes and so much
numbness in his throat.
Maybe he was afraid that
crying in front of me would
make me weaker.

Sitting in front of my moon,
I was gazing into his eyes
and waiting for a star to fall.

"What?" he asked me with a
stupid smile on his face.
He was pretending to be a man
but somewhere in a corner of
his heart,
a little boy was sobbing.

"Don't...