She sits
there with a half-smile,
Listening to
him or pretending to listen.
Wonder what
she is trying to conceal.
Would that
smile fade away from there,
Or bloom
into a wider curve.
I could
never say, and I will never guess.
Her eyes
looking at him,
While not
looking at all.
Wonder what
that stare hides,
Will it rise
to pray or look down upon rejection?
I would
never attempt to comprehend.
I see no
anger in them, nor any trace of sadness.
The moment
has paused there,
And I don’t
know if its love,
Or a
striving desire to belie.
She looks
neither old, nor young.
The charm
lingers every now and then,
Before
deserting and pervading the face again.
She speaks,
and I can’t hear what it is,
Because life
goes on, the world doesn’t pause ever.
The
restaurant is buzzing with people, walking past us,
And each
table has a story to tell.
Stories that
eyes tell eyes.
Stories that
can be read on faces.
Stories that
make you ponder.
Stories that
create memories to retain.
Stories that
kill the passing time.
And stories
that remind me of you,
While I sit
here alone.
Because you
never came,
And I know,
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