Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.

Nothing better to do
Than sit and look at you
So when we are not together
It won't be hard to remember

The small bridge of your nose

The way you lick your lips

And though I'm standing on my tip-toes
You still lower your eyes, under dark-lashed lids

I gaze and gaze
But still the memories fade
I've worn your hazy image out
Too many times to count