He Watches

“He Watches”

He watches her.

Silent.

Her eyes gaze,

Beyond the moment.

Blank,

Expressionless,

She seems.

He watches her.

Quietly,

Patiently,

Contemplating the distance—

As fallen eyes disappear beyond him.

He watches her.

Does she know?

Maybe she doesn’t.

But she does.

It doesn’t matter.

She is where she wants to be.

She is

Somewhere—

In time.

Remembering.

Feeling.

Revisiting.

As she knows—

He watches her.

(January 6, 2008; 3:34 am)

Simon used to read a blog of mine; he thought I didn't know, but I did. He read my thoughts, my words, my longing for him. He knew I was still thinking of him, even though he was so far away. Simon knew that I missed his voice, his sweet words within my ear. He knew that I missed his romantic ways. He knew...he knew I wished he that he could tell me, he was still there, while I was wishing I could be with him because he still loved me, when we were one.

Simon, I miss you. Do you still watch me?