I venture into the hallowed spaces around you
Barely breaching the bubble boundary
Within which you are loved. Within which
You are the Goddess. Beyond which you live
In dreams.

Breathe in. Breathe Out.

I take a seat, comfortable, out of your reach
Positioned strategically in your blind spot.
Yes, the very one you never believed
Existed.
I take a seat, and I watch.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I try taking notes. My pen placed
By habit, in-between my thumb and index finger
Moving like a seesaw-
Up this way and down the other.
Up this way and down the other.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It's pointless, the page remains blank.
You exist. Nothing more
Nothing less. You blink sometimes
Grudgingly it seems. You rarely smile.
A smile will only give you away.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

And when you do smile, it is absent
Red, vague and pleasing to the eye
Like bits cut out from the latest issue of Vogue.
It is never whole. You are never whole.
You do not dazzle me.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I have this urge to shatter you.
Set you on fire, break your face.
Perhaps you'll flinch in protest.
I want to rip the sheer garment, the lace on your shoulders
And look inside.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You raise your head and look around,
Slowly, perfectly. Are you looking for love-
Or something like it?
Honey to a bee, alms to a beggar.
Attraction perhaps. Never collision.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It is then that you spot me. You wave. I wave back.
"Darling, you're late," you croon, as I come closer.
"What's that?" you ask, staring at the blank page in my hand.
"That's our story."
I kiss you. You smile. I cannot change you.

You breathe in. I breathe out.

We resume.