A Face

 

You were like the coffee stains on the counter.
Once you sat there, that was it.
You were as stubborn as our pet,
Always needing me next to you.

But you were fragile,
As fragile as a feather in a storm.
You got pushed around but never broke.

Now there you are, without emotions.
I wonder what has hurt you,
Or is it me?
Yesterday was the last time you smiled;
Today will be the first day you don’t.

Maybe you took four steps too far,
Maybe I took one step too late,
Or maybe it’s just God’s way of telling us
That we are to be on different terms.

Yet we exist as one,
Never crossing paths,
Never existing in each other's plane of existence.
But still, we exist,
Never to be seen by one another,
Or to feel each other's touch,
Never to hear your voice.

But imagination is a beautiful tool.
You are, in my mind, a beautiful gift,
One I could never touch and feel.
Yet you’re perfect;
The love I’ve made is pristine,
The love I seek is a tragedy.

I’ll talk to you again;
Maybe you’ll listen,
Or maybe you won’t.
But imagination has brought me this far;
It might just make up a face at last.