Without Her

She glances at his eyes
lit with an emotion so frantic,
trying desperately
to convey that
without her there is no world at all.

Slow Drift

That strange, slow drift apart
creeping and intangible.
It's gradual, but you know,
the relationship is undead.
Tottering forward
without warmth, or soul, or pulse.

Strangers

Something about her,
she seemed so sure but
so sad too.
He wanted to know her, and yet,
they were strangers
never to speak to each other.
He couldn't stop staring.