There was a time
when their eyes were locked
on each other.
There was understanding
and the door was open.
But his anxious heart reads
what is not written on her face.
He is afraid
that she is slipping away
and quietly shuts the door.
Now he wonders.
And she wonders what he wonders.
But will not ask,
afraid to read what is written there -
confirming the door is locked.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
There was a time
when their eyes were locked
on each other.
There was understanding
and the door was open.
But his anxious heart reads
what is not written on her face.
He is afraid
that she is slipping away
and quietly shuts the door.
Now he wonders.
And she wonders what he wonders.
But will not ask,
afraid to read what is written there -
confirming the door is locked.
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