Veiled

#NationalPoetryWritingMonth
Day 22

All the stories
you ever looked for,
amidst the folds
of her unmade bed,
random scribblings
in the faded pages of her diary,
In the books that she never read,
And in her unfinished cup of coffee,
Were often hidden carefully
in the twinkling of her eyes,
In the curls of her hair
And in all the meaningless
poetry she wrote
while listening
to the sound of the midnight rain.