I have learnt for myself;
that no one really likes another
without something in it for themselves

This was not told to me
For a price, it was not obtained for free
The true intention of man is not as it seems
From a place of vantage, I stood to see

It seems reserved only for that person that
reflects what they dream of
or portrays their expectations thereof

Sometimes for the sake of true gratitude
or plainly for an outward show of servitude

Sometimes it is for your good books,
your good looks,
or how good your life looks

Who really likes a man that is obscure?
Who dotes on that woman with ugly manicure?

Many times we are enclosed
In a vacuum;
To know what goes on
In the room.

Before

She used to be a few steps away;
only just down the stairway

She always picked when I dialed 'zero';
always very quick to be my hero

She was always by the phone;
and always there when it's time to go home

She was at arms length, always with her arms stretched;
bringing smiles to my face no matter how stressed

She was the face I looked forward to see every morning;
her laughter brought me to life from deep yawning

She made up like no one I've ever met;
with lips softer than the feel of velvet


Now**

She is far away from proximity, very far away;
her laughter dims in my head as the days pass away

Her scent has completely disappeared from my trail;
connecting with her comes with multiple fails

Her face becomes blurrier by the day;
the bright light that once shone is now at bay

It seems that once in a blue moon we would only see;
I miss her so much this piece doesn't describe the least for her how I feel