She sits beside him. "Then write me a poem. Not for glory. For us."
"I joined a convent school," she says. "Not to be a nun. To learn silence. Because you taught me that words are not enough."
She replies: "Then stop talking. Just stay."

She sits beside him. "Then write me a poem. Not for glory. For us."
"I joined a convent school," she says. "Not to be a nun. To learn silence. Because you taught me that words are not enough."
She replies: "Then stop talking. Just stay."