i skim over each line my shaky hands form
each letter so distinguished from the last
i like to see what i create
but with you
your eyes meet mine
you've read each thought I had
i wonder do you understand
and then the room is silent
everyone is gone
your ready to leave
each twitch of the finger
i know you want to go
but you stay
and all you create is a enigma in my mind
each passing of the sunset clock
i watch the crevices in your gentle silhouette
and wonder
what it would take for your soul to truly meet mine