It's in your eyes.
The words are said, but nothing is spoken.
It is not fear, but longing,
A longing to belong.
The world around you speaks a broken tongue
And harbours its jealousy in rages and absolutes.
You are circled by the lonely, yet
It goes unseen that you are alone.
It's in your hands
The expression of the moment is a language
But played. Wrought.
The emotion of a music yet to be made.
The words not spoken
Live in the mere moments
When your heart is in your eyes.
When you are unveiled
When you are trusting
The brief seconds you are you to me
And then the pain returns
And the light is gone.
Not from her eyes, but your own.