I live in suppositions

Illusions as deep as the pupils seem to go

And thin as the line between your lips

Internal waves rage within my ears

And lodge themselves

Between logic and reason

Corroding and reeking of regret.

I hesitate at your laughter

Your silence

Your hesitation and your grace.

I decompose the composition

That is your emotional landscape

And commit to reflect in minute strokes

The appropriate response.

Yet the lines and colors rapidly fade

And I am left with unfinished understanding

Always.