SHORT-LIVED
The wait was long, herculean But for the treasure, i bide my time. You nudged the periphery of my being Even as i watched the sparkle leave your eyes. When the shadow that dug a furrow in your face was expunged into insignificance, the gleam in your brown egg eyes became the death of my eternal equanimity. Despite the effervescent glow of your eyes, the smile that eviscerated the last vestiges of my of my lassitude died before the day was done.