BENIGN

Time is passive

It is a gentle bleeding of seconds into hours and moments into days

And in the twinkle of an eye a year has gone by

A year of me deprived of your love

Your smile and the intricacy of your design

You see my heart yearns for you

but my ego resides in my temple and it's been comfortable for a while

I'd hear your voice in fleeting moments but my brain's been hard coded to display denial

Your pride and my ego, essential recipes for a cocktail that's not benign

But love is benign … and we felt it

When I tucked your hair behind your ears so my fingers could strokes cheeks the look in my eyes said I love you and you knew I meant it

So you'd lock fingers with mine, kiss my hand and that cheeky smile on your face said "I love you too" and each time I melted