looking into your eyes
through such a distant tangibility
leads me to create
the most amiable assumptions
of who you could be.
not a word spoken,
but frozen in time
you just so happen
to tell me more precious stories
than the longest, archaic parables.
i can only imagine that those pretty lips
have been starved of meaningful kisses
for the longest time.
i can only imagine that your rose-colored cheeks
have missed the loving touch
of a hand so dear.
i can only imagine that your monochrome room
hasn’t felt the presence
of someone special in a while.
i don’t know you,
but i wish i did.