You tickled me with your eyes,   blinked

feather-light touches which

made my stomach clench.           

  Like,

      when you said it was 

Goodbye, and the laughter

                                                   stopped.

I had to rinse your sight from memory, watch

it slide

        down the drain,    as an

                           engagement ring, fallen in the kitchen sink. 

Foolishly, I asked you not to leave,  in that....

What was it you said?

Plaintive voice!   Oh yes- inducing only pea-sized pity,

like the loosely tied arm sitting on my back, you thought

was blocking out the blotches

of oil stains on my face, which kept seeping out

into angry puddles, so opposed to the

passive floor of your own rosewater

thoughts.

 

Will I see you again? With

Bristles bursting through your chin, winking

beneath brazen eyes, 

eyelashes licking the arch of your brows?

Dark and brooding- that's how I remember you,  a real

murder mystery star,

Smiles few, a hint of ruin perhaps. But I saw your soul

in the words you said, even after it closed, you know-

It was my only prerogative,

that door to your head. Where only I could go, always 

Just to hear your words, when your voice was trapped, where I would

Always know the rounded walls might just break, bit by bit

at any moment, and any evidence I was ever there

Lies where only  We could find it.