The tenderness in closing your eyes,
as if she were right there.
Holding your picture in a wooden frame,
slowly moving it towards her chest.

Her chin rising as yours sinks,
closing her eyes and lowering her head once again.
A single tear descending with it,
to touch the photo's glass and to dry up next to the others.

Placing the photo back on the shelf,
as you turned your back she does too.
And forgets,
at least, until next morning.

As we both tenderly close our eyes again,
And imagine the other,
doing what they never will.

Rejecting all that is right in front of me,
the sun slowly descending into the sea's horizon.
Imperceptible opportunities lost at sea,
as you won't ever see them rising.

The sun will come up yet once more,
the same phenomenon right in front of you.
Except it no longer holds the opportunity that last time, left shore.
A chance dissolved into a sea of blue.

Take a chance,
Make amends.

The abstractness of solitude,
a vibrant painting in an abandoned exhibition.
As loneliness often viewed,
no longer getting any recognition.

From another viewpoint taken in to consideration,
same colours but an entirely different creation.
Revolving around it and taking a moment,
a new view of the same component.

Solitude as a partner to breathing,
it's all a matter of perceiving.

Odd looks as your passion seems meaningless,
your way of investing in yourself insignificant too.
Hidden envy of something they do not possess,
continue as long as it matters to you.

The indistinct tones of our stories finally being told,
abandoned park benches full of unloved writers.
Forbidden voices that are louder than ever,
welcome to the era of literary fighters.

Her freckled back like the sky on a starry night,
blue eyes like the sky on a brighter day.
Stars were falling as I held her tight,
clouds formed as she stepped away.

Noticing my attention is drifting towards me,
a once flourishing petal in the streaming clear water.
Water bound to debouch in a in a sea full of opportunity,
even though I still seem to question the latter.

As his water seems twice as deep,
making it harder for the petal to take the leap.