There's something about you that stands out.
That makes you the lady you are.
The approach to you is different completely.

Men notices it too.
Even if the way many tries to approach you.
Miss Lady.
Miss Love.
Just the conversation in the way they tries to know of you.
Lady, Hello.

You're diffenently in control.

Just being in your company change the many things that men say.
They tries to figure you out.
When you tell some, what they are about?

Many tries to call you high class.
When you're only showcasing yourself.

That you're a woman of quality.
And not seeking just anyone.
Cause, you're a woman of God.
A temple to be respected.

Lady, hello.
Be you.
Be true.
You determine you.

I am left speechless.
How could we have kissed again?
To you meant nothing.

‘Vague memories, nothing but memories.’ – Yeats.*

Lost again are you in your thoughts?
The parades of events march you by.
Faces, nothing but faces.
Vague blurs of eyes, haunting your dreams,
Blank black backgrounds,
Sheer silence screams for significance,
Why can I not remember?
Touches, footprints, words left incomplete,
You go back, try to at least,
To print out your shaky emotions
For in record you will behold your sorrowful story,
Long absences of warmth,
Overwhelming joy of being wanted,
And the lies behind each and every sly grin.
You wait, any moment now, right?
You wait, with patience devoid of hope, you wait.
What are you waiting for?
Faces, nothing but faces.
They pass you by, soulless and aimless,
Without a purpose, they enter your existence.
Little acts which accompany a quite smile,
Shy in its being, hidden from judgment,
It exists.
Upon some isolate dark corner,
Palms upholding your sunken face, you sit,
On one corner of the bed
Among the sea of sheets lying ruffled,
You drift away.

Deeper than the heart—
Of a burning yellow star,
Stranger than the quarks
Between galaxies afar—
So fatal is my love for her.

Wandered
Alone
Emptied Inside.