His words paint frustration on soft concrete
As he gazes intently at the wandering minutes
Floating in front of his restless fingertips
Unable to sift through the already said
Or to see passed the guarded gates of tomorrow
He hides in his mind's eye and waits
He sees no one
Including the silent listener resting on his shoulder
Who offers comfort with smiles
Revealing nothing of her own sorrow
Etched discretely in her drowning pupils
She is invisible to the one she sees only
With furrowed brows they sigh
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