Waiting for the recognition,
as the many hours before this.
Told a story to the one,
Who so desperately awaited it.
You were a distant figment
Strolling casual-like towards
Our tree.
The leaves embark upon the shadows rolling on the floor.
This was seen, by the rounds around,
with your eyes, you blaze into my mind
I didn't intend to turn away
and so I did not.
and many hours did pass in the illusion of your eyes
for they were not pure with intent
rather a longing
of something missing for so long.
Desire.
Was what gave those seconds their superiority
and I would never question
Those moments that stared
Within a second chance, there was room for life to live,
You told me that.
Without speaking.
In an eclectic act
I saw a scene.
There was always room for these times.
As paced as your gait you appeared in here,
Where I do not intend to keep you for long,
You impress me,
Know that.
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