You don't stroke my hair
Your hands stay far from mine
Far from the time our fingers intertwined
To me your smile can still be seen
When I witness your smile at things that aren't me
Your eyes don't share secrets as they did before
What we share is years, nothing less, nothing more
So don't touch me now
My skin might tare
The years have stripped it dull and bare
Don't hang around
And don't stroke my hair
I've already forgotten that you were ever there
I haven't experienced romantic love, I've only ever witnessed it. This is two people from whom I've witnessed the rise and decline in love. They taught me about love and how it should and shouldn't look and for that I thank them. But, my heart bleeds for their wilting.