You know,
I've never seen you smile.
I would sit for your word.
But all was born was your look.
I saw your home and your life.
And the story would play out
Before my mind's eye.
You were my friend.
In the time before the sun had yawned.
And it was best
From here.
From way over here.
We said what we needed to say
And the words were ghosts
In the lamplit mornings.
Each day we diverged
And diverged again.
We shared our hollowing
And diminishing reflections,
As the sun banished the feature.
But I believe all of this
Was built on a false premise.
Like the lie behind a smile
With still eyes.
Which I did not receive.
