"A masterpiece is still a masterpiece
when the lights are off and the room is empty"

I saw you smoking
last night
you inhaled as if your
whole existence depended
on the cigarette between
your perfect fingers.
you had your eyes closed
and your face was tilted
towards the sky
i felt like i could draw the outline of
your face at that moment,
that i could express the raw emotions
that enveloped every feature of your body. i almost,almost walked over to where you stood until i saw a tear
flowing down your neck.
i desperately wanted to ask you
about your thoughts ,i wanted to soak up every tear that kissed your cheeks
but i couldn't ,you were a masterpiece
in motion and i couldn't bring myself
to move.