| Transition What is this pull that I feel? Cheerless eyes deflect glances. Where does your mind wander when you sleep? Are you propelled to another galaxy, where I cannot retire? Why do you not beam or glow in the velvet midnight air? Repelling movements remind me the issue is ever-present despite your calm persona. Your touch is cold, eyes of pure ice. Such a sharp change from your fond look of old. Trace my pout with your fingertips, a kiss for old time�s sake. I dream of your return, of our reunion and reconstruction. I miss you... |