He is sitting hunched over
his legs restless, anxious,
he does not move.
He makes no sound.
but I could reach out and touch him
and speak to him with kind thoughts and gentle words perhaps--
No. Love is a darkening sky.
He is drawing the curtains shut
his blank stare shielded, remote,
he always looks away.
He betrays no emotion.
though if I watch him long enough
and catch the sighs between every shallow breath perhaps--
No. Love is a flash of lightning.
He suddenly appears from far, far away
his smile tentative, blinding,
he comes and he goes.
He leaves no trace.
yet I could count the seconds
and wait with heart pounding for the sound of his return perhaps--
No. Love, he is gone.
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