my empty couch
just stares at me
wondering why I won’t sit down
since you left

“Do you think we’ll ever be ok?”, she asked

“Depends what you mean by ok”, I replied

She then, gave me a look that spoke a thousand words and said, “okay”.

Long distance stares
Blurry, nondescript
I've been leading you
Into an abyss
Saw your smile turn
Into a frown
When I'm around
If you look deeper
You'll see the mask I wear
Is only for you

Hunger.
His eyes watching down his prey.
Stare so deep it reaches her insides.
Scoping through , searching to find the movies in her mind.
She blocks it , placing a wall , the light comes bouncing off the glass window and back to the wide eyes staring. Shook.
“Nice to meet you.”
He caresses her hand with a sunflower kiss.
Leaving her with his musk scent lingering behind with another movie.

Here I share my Mood.
Now enjoy this mood...
This way I'll seize the moment.
With it I'll go on and choose.
As My Mood Blossoms Into a Rose..
I see You have many levels.
Its like viewing into your many windows.
Share this Glance.
Dance with this Chance,
Consider the gift of this chance.
Sparkles in my soul makes glitter in my eyes.
My Hopes they are gems ready to glow float and rise.
It may catch you by surprise, But to me it's no surprise.
The Gifts within my heart such delicacies.
Oh@H.E.RS  fine interwoven textures,
Hard to reach levels, such a place of intricacy.
Yet so many more places of creativity, idealistically.
A adorable, lovable intricacies Internally.
Who Is, S.H.E@Rose. Just a Glance Of_H.E.R.

What was warranted could not be
more out of lingering fingers reach,
but vainly was the goal still paused upon,
teased with the view of what each wanted.


But stagnant were there endeavours
                                  for but a centimetre,
a vastness that could not be gauged by touch
                                                 yet palms were placed.

An innuendo of what could be but was not,
there love was undeniable but their reality
                     was a vacant space in their hearts.

And they sat back to back on this
                                      immovable obstacle,
mourning the need to be in the grasp of another.

No tears were shown to the other but in solace
they fell like monsoons on the ground,
all emotions were departed from there clouds
of white that blinked upon time and then stopped.

They never gave up on the motions that stirred
within and even though time
is finite and what was unforgiving
                               in there needing was no longer.

But time is no friend to love, and bones were
all that was evidence of what once was.
Gazing with empty sockets eternally
                                                     gazing on the other.

But where that which kept them apart had now
                                            parted hands of white,  
now clasped within each others touching.

For an eternity where in the echoes of the past
which could not be obtained
                                  was now holding on in death.

Vacant puddles stare into each other
          and where there was two singular
now they are silently holding on to each other.

Even the deepest of stares
Are mostly earnest and placid
Never deem a man rude
From an innocent habit
Perhaps within you
They saw something they once cherished
You see staring is rude
But it’s also ancient tradition
For those who have lost a beloved.