glassy eyes that used to glow,
empty smiles used for show

you won't say it; she already knows
claim you'll stay, but you plan to go

your skipping glances told her so

chey-ferrill

Non-verbal Communication

Moving phrenetic sounds
out of my mouth,
An alphabetic slur
that runs 
past hollowed walls and mirrors. 
Dry...
Receding gestures
fall on paved reasons
that slowly cover time.
I saw the blue covered sky
filled with haze and grey eyes.
The whirl of white
spinning in frantic noise
driving down southern Illinois.
Now, look through windows,
look through mirrors.
The shattered empty glass
Never returning the hours
Of Ash and Sand.