Another meaningless title

Another stab in  the dark

Grabbing for whispers of love

Smoke in the dark

Slipping through my fingers

Easy to see

Intangible

Hard to capture in Word

The usual description won't fit

Comfortable madness

I'm bareft at the thought of thoughts with out it

stranger to say I'm happy with even the least of

The best of it

Could I even hope to capture

Just one look

One millisecond of recognition

In the eyes I'm too afraid to look in

I swear I know you so well

If only vacant eyes could see the power

Of what could be, yet couldn't fathom

The despair if what was made, was not...