Just Look

She had the world in her eyes yet you could see through A windowpane leading to a brick wall. All I wanted was my notions, passions to ring true Through her voice, lips, lust, despite myself I fall. I can hear her haunting voice still in my head. I can feel her fingertips flowing intertwined with mine. The smell, scent, sadness lingers still in bed. I could have seen it coming, she gave me a sign. Yet to have and to hold, she inquired. Despite myself, I inquired as well; Nothing held, nothing had is what's transpired. I can only blame me, too easily I fell. Yet, here I stand, open-book. She HAS the world in her eyes, if she'd just look.