Such a shallow emerald burlesque in flustered March,
Your eyes (curtains waiting for perfect silence)
Tear at the same cracks of pavement
(day after day)
As only mine do.
It was then
At the other end of our abyss,
I was staring back at you
Tragically aware: love can only be so concrete,
As another sparrow passes overhead,
In pursuit of gazes of a different god.