My words froze on air,
your voice rippled into silence.
I thought I knew the meaning
of your smile,
no yearnings for pretty appearances.
This time, to be the last,
forever. Searching.

The lonely are travelers
on the streets,
so many looking for love,
yet so few fight to keep it.

I swim in the depths
of your eyes,
looking for a question that
exhausted phrases
can't conceal.

When your words strike,
the world is a smaller place.
Only you and I.
And all that I want
is here,
under your masks of joy and darkness,
encompassed
in all that you are.