The next day,
they meet again.
"What are you doing here?"
"No, what are you doing here?"
"I live here."
Two forest — deep, radiant — eyes
look at her in confusion.
"That's not true."
And two lavender eyes signal a house,
nearly lost in between the trees.
The one with forest eyes frowns.
— It's been years since he comes here everyday and he hasn't seen anybody living around.
The one with lavender eyes is surprised.
— It's been years since anybody has dared sustain her stare for so long.
They get up.
And they leave.
One of them carries a guitar.
The other carries two dead flowers.
