does he touch you
as though your skin is made of diamonds, not glass?
does he watch you with those eyes
dark and brooding as i've only imagined them
when you step in to view?
does he take his tea black or does he take it at all,
or is it you who keeps him warm in the evenings, your eyes haunting him, as i wish mine could?
does he remember your birthstone or does he even care,
preferring to remember the date on which you wore that dress and said you never wanted things to change.
pray tell, for i fear
i will never know myself.
