I knew our days were numbered,
from the start:
Your soulful, aching gaze lingering;
Your life, your willful ways chaining;
You were a longing man amongst a pride of lions;
I am a
The rain streamed down so many panes of glass,
With you beneath, bustling, working,
And I watched…
My mirrored soul-streams spilled outside, reflecting
As my confessions, compliments, and I fell hopelessly, endlessly.