i look to you,
my eyes trace your face,
your neck, your shoulders...
my eyes move up to your lips.
i then will my eyes up to yours, latching onto your gaze.
i grab hold of it with whatever i can...
i beg you with the dilation of my pupils to just please
speak to me.
i can see it...the little inkling of a phrase,
a word, or
it's so close...it lingers on your lips,
the scent of the unknown word plaguing my nose.
your lips part.
and i see it. you are about to say my name...
you are so close to saying it.
but your lips slowly close,
my name retreating back into your lungs.
i swear that,
when you exhaled i
could have sworn i had seen my name spelled out in the cold winter air