On a lamp lit day, when I have come from the depths of outside.
You greet me with a warm face, and shiny eyes.
Your eyes, like pearls that have had their fair share of life.
Unlike a regular blank face your default is one with a smile.
And unlike confidential files your secrets are spilled like water.
We gather around the half broken table and start a puzzle.
Half broken hands teaching me the instructions of puzzles.
Where I would say "puzzles don't have instructions".
Then you would reply with a nod and a smile
Sometimes I am broken, and it is not clear how I would fix myself.
"There are simply no instructions" I would say.
Although, I still nod my head and smile.