with her head in his hands

his forehead touches hers as he stares
into her eyes,

silent and unmoving
       with that arcane look in his eyes.

he's done it so many times before,
and not once
could she ever figure out
    why he would look at her like that.

And, before she can say anything,
  he p u l l s away                from her.

his hand lingering on her head
    for a second before
       walking away.

"good bye."

sighing, she watches as he walks away;

a familiar tune playing in her mind
  
    of lost dreams

               and broken hopes.