i sat there mystified,
my eyes lost in hers.
i searched fruitlessly for something witty to say,
trying to coax out a smile, a laugh.
as her quiet discontentment radiated outward,
i yearned to pick the right words,
some way to calm the storm brewing.
my thoughts flickered to earlier that day:
her eyes, deep, sparkling jewels.
her hair framing every stunning feature of her face.
her laugh, a luxurious liqueur,
and i longed to drink and drink and drink.
all i wished to do, was to bring her to that place again,
to bring her joy; to make her happy.