June 19, 2014, 10:00 PM
It's the little things that she does,
To let him know that she is still there,
Far enough so that he can not see,
Yet close enough to feel her presence.
A hint ever so lightly,
Subtle in nature,
That it might go unnoticed,
By anyone else.
He tries not to think,
To make more of it than what it is,
To let his mind wander off,
For he fears the truth.
That things might not change,
Or that things have changed too much,
He keeps a calm appearance held on his mask,
But still he wonders.
To let him know that she is still there,
Far enough so that he can not see,
Yet close enough to feel her presence.
A hint ever so lightly,
Subtle in nature,
That it might go unnoticed,
By anyone else.
He tries not to think,
To make more of it than what it is,
To let his mind wander off,
For he fears the truth.
That things might not change,
Or that things have changed too much,
He keeps a calm appearance held on his mask,
But still he wonders.
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