Softness in the eye,

A wrinkled face.

Wetness in the mouth,

Gathered from unshed rain.

 

Lip curved slightly into a smile—

Like cherishing memories and love.

When he took her name

And remembered her face.

 

The nerve that sparks an image in the eye,

Calls forth the tongue, desperate to testify—

An unconditional apology,

Not just ruining the emotions,

But also spreading a seeming gleam.

It’s just the gaze

That begins with an unfulfilled dream.

 

The whisper stings at the edge of the eye,

Chasing the neck to make him sigh.

Now the soul is near to cry,

Still patient for it to glorify.

Mouth’s own gentle flood,

Sorrow flows smoothly in the blood.

 

Unheard echo of surroundings,

Obstinate ear silences the environment.

Blurred and blinded vision,

Like washed eyes and severe cataracts.

Seems glorified with her presence,

Like time traveled in the past verse.