Across a Table
Across a table, there you sit- a girl
Like none I've met, with hair that runs and eyes
That shine, and smiles that shatter, crack like glass.
A face does hold an image, but a face
Need not show feelings if you do not wish.
Are those the words of strength, or are they words
That only hide fissures of weakness held
Beneath? To find a truth's like fumb'ling in
The dark: you stretch your fingers, reach and scratch
But you're a labyrinth lonelier than most.
How long can people run and hide and wait
'Till time arrives to face neglected hearts.
Just like the past, the last unending day,
Across a table seems so faraway.