Stare at the window
Closed by the dark
Stare at the place
Where no fire was sparked
Stare at the closet with hangers unhung
Stare at the pages of songs never sung
Stare at the future
Like ropes made of salt
Tempting to reach for
Until fear grinds a halt
Stare with dry eyes
In moments when they are
Between spillage of feelings
And closeness gone afar
Stare intently like flames
Ripping through burnable flesh
Stare like you mean to
Disassemble this mess
Stare with deep breaths
Stare behind you as well
Stare with your ears
And see what you smell
Stare at the memories
Unleashed by past staring
Stare neglectfully of
The shame you might well be carrying
Stare in my arms
Pressed neatly to my chest
Stare at me staring
And offer nothing less
