vacant eyes search for a sign
I could be magnetic and willing,
but he doesn't regard the ocean depths of me,
the aching for more, for poetry--
ah, the dreadful unwillingness to see.
talks of our daily routines, the weather,
adding comic relief and little simplicities--
but he doesn't observe
my profound need for intimacy.
to stand there in front of me
searching for an inexplicable connection,
to speak volumes more than mere words,
but our souls drift in different directions.
with our hearts beating to a different tune
it would be remiss
to think it'll be fine soon,
if only we could open up and say...
sure, in the end it'll be okay
this too shall pass someday...
but we know it won't,
this feeling inside will last
as we struggle for this time together
to turn into a rose,
to last the most.
Coffee Shop Sessions 