she smiled
when she talked
about
falling in love
her eyes grew
distant
as she recalled
that exact moment
of chemical
intoxication
of infatuation

she never talks
about
falling out of love
but there are
moments
when the sadness
is etched
into her features
by a masterstroke
of devastation
of isolation

i just wish
she would
talk to me
but then i
worry
she will see
the adoration
the inspiration
that her presence
fills me with
lighting
the stained glass chamber
of my heart
into an array
of beautiful light