he stares through those darling black eyes
without motion
letting the hot mug sting his palms
unknowing that i hurt for him too

he won't tell me but i know
he is seeing the breathtaking apparition
in the articles of clothing she purposefully left behind
Tormenting

Empty chairs
Empty little shoes
Empty evening gown crumpled red
Limp and invaluable

he stares and he stares and he stares
thinking of who once sat there

even if it all means nothing will come of it
i'll work hard

call his name