More days pass now between 
sightings of you.

I am careful to hope from a distance
I am quiet as to not upset you.
I walk through the halls 
~no longer running
I have nothing left to run to.

The man who took my heart
no longer praises its beauty.
The man who worshiped 
my beauty no longer 
cares to see.

He searches for something bigger
Something he can no longer receive
~just by loving me.

His eyes have gone dark
No longer bright with possibilities.
His hands are now stiff
No longer able to touch
~The power he seeks.

I thought I saw a glimpse of the man 
he once was.
I almost missed the moment
His eyes softened towards me.
I was careful not to assume
Which had always gotten the better of me.

Now, I let the moment pass
I try to hold on to what once was
~The tenderness of his touch.

Though it's no longer possible
For him to believe.
I can't find myself to open the door
The door that would allow me to breathe.
For if that door opens in front 
Then the one behind me must close.
What if he finally sees
The thing he wanted the most...
Wasn't about money or fame
But about the woman
Who once cherished his name?