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 be so fake"
I smiled back and stood up
from my bed.
Sitting in his lap,
I wrapped him into my arms.

A fear in his eyes was trying to
hide from my pupils.
A fear of losing his control
on his tears.

"You wouldn't even cry in
my funeral, my little strong man!?"
I laughed and kissed his forehead.
He wasn't looking into
my eyes anymore.

"I'm not going anywhere,
I'm just going to sleep in there.
I'll always be there, always"
I traced my finger on left
side of his chest and said.

"Crying doesn't prove that
you're weak.
You've been strong for too
long, now it's time of relief"
I pulled him closer and
rested my head on his shoulder,
making his eyes free to shed tears.

After few deep breaths
I closed my eyes, as I felt
his tears on my neck.