Have been counting days
With the sorrow look
On the face
Are you reading me
Quietly?

I could be wrong
Or maybe it’s the melancholy
In your eyes
Come with me and
Break the silence.

There’s a darkened gallery
We can realize emptiness
About midnight, the dark clouds
Pranks all the downtown.

Do you have wine?
My belly is full of
Coffee like your
Dark brown eyes.

I seek an inevitable
future, Neath your hair.

© Wanderer 2015