does he know?

when mornings waine

and i so tired

have no desire to tread the day

does he know

he keeps me going?

 

when i see his eyes

have lost their way

and pain has seeped

into his fair skin

does he know

i long to hold him?

 

when he speaks

of love–his fascinations

his philosophies

his understated desires

does he know

that i could be them?

 

and when he walks away

his mind always sailing

contemplating everything

but me

does he know

i love him?