Encounters of the Lonely

Pursuing breathing eyes
in a room full of ghosts.

Glimpsing into one another
we see past blood and bones.

Language is nearly silent;

we will speak only through smiles.

My heart unraveling
everything your eyes wish to veil.

Your fingers delicately graze my hand
transforming tingles up my spine.

Your hair gently shifts
when the cool air blows beside.

It is only our first meeting
yet I’ve known you every day.

My best friend in disguise;
blooming flowers in blue eyes,
but you’ll only stay a while.