I wonder why you do not want to see me
is it my love sick eyes you wish to avoid
my sunken face looking at you,
searching your eyes for a trace of affection
my hand reaching to touch yours, unable to stop
the pang of guilt you might feel.
I wonder why you want to see me
to bask in my love sick eyes
my sadness for your loss
my involuntary touch of your hand
how guiltless you feel, how loved.
Which one makes you contact me?