Denial

In her brown eyes, he still looks for the shade of black;

In her laughter, he still seeks that enchanting curve;

In her kisses, he asks for a little more diligence;

In her gifts, he demands less disbursement;

In the hugs, he misses the closeness;

In the late night calls, he craves for someone to understand;

Living in the present, he still dreams of the past.

In her brown eyes, he still looks for the innocence;

In her smile, he searches for that mischievous grin;

In the perfectly carved body, he craves her soul;

In the reality, he survives through the daydreams;

For all the admiration, he strives for affection;

Between all the snares, he craves for the exemption;

Living in the present, he still dreams of the past.

Even though he knows,

Leaving her was his own decision; she could never really leave.

 Even though he moved on, he still needs persuasion.

And even though he lives in the present, he dwells for the past.

In the crowd and all her favorite places,

He still seeks that face;

In all the songs and fairy-tales,

He still remembers her favorite;

In all his thoughts and musings,

He still renders her alive;

Even though he knows he would be loved,

He could never let the past go by.

And even though she's no longer in his life;

Her photo still stays in his nightstand, displaying his denial.