I did not notice you leaving the room as I walk in.
Could we have exchange glances between it?
When I plaster all the thoughts into a picture,
I realise how short of an interval we had given to meet each others’ eyes again.
But that wasn’t the case.
It’s almost a season past since we had change expression.
It is obvious as I stand next to the mirror of your image,
Relentlessly imagining the same prospect of action you would have sent to me.
That you have long reached yourself.
I must admit I have never broken any bones for you
Or left puzzled by your words
Though it has pushed my feelings into the cave of fear.
Fear of missing you.
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