A hundred thousand words, unspoken yet spoken.
A glimpse could tell how lost you are.
You spew strings of words, pleasing, yet false.

It is apparent, in the dew
Settled at the corner of your
morning eye.
When your lips part,
Thus screams your sigh.
Your arms will relax,
but your collar bones,
and fingers contract

Pained faces
Sorrowed hearts
A glimpse, a pause,
Could unveil a million masks
Moving in silence, as I pass
Staring through, as long as
our collision did last.