Expression

The sun caresses me with it's warm embrace but it doesn't wipe the sadness off my face. The light doesn't lift my heart for it's untouchable, thoughts enshrouded in a dark so deep and impenetrable. In the windows of my mind my imagination runs free conjuring visions of life becoming how it used to be. Hoping for and longing for the way you used to care, how you used to hold me in your arms and now all you do is stare. The green grass dances to improvised choreography, the gentle breeze traces spirals in the air around me, the seagulls hover and glide with amazing grace but still my surroundings don't change the look on my face. I wonder, oh how I wonder, if this look will go away because your attention seems to have now strayed. And I wonder how you can selfishly flaunt your happiness when I sit here in the sun glaring at your bliss. My darling, yes my darling, if you could read my mind, I think you might be alarmed at the voices that you find. Look at the playlist on my screen of memories, precious but edged with pain; those days of you and me. I don't know what it is that you feel. I wish there was a way to make these fantasies real. The hints I get aren't enough. The pain that I feel is just too much. So until I find a way to push myself past you or until the day that miraculously my dreams come true, the expression on my face that I always wear will always be the one of hidden silent tears. Yes until my dreams come true the look on my face will always betray these blues.