1ST DAY
He stands there, each day, same time.as the sunsets.
His black hair hangs delicately around his eyes,
Icy, blue frost, cold yet I curiously need to come closer.
.to touch his face gently, to wipe the fringe away from his cheek.
to make him smile; slightly.
But I stand afar, staring at him, while he stares back.
I let the iciness of his eyes flow through me,
Like taking a deep breathe of winter, my body feels coldly refreshed.
He nods slightly, and walks away.
~*~*~*~*~

2ND DAY
A pale face appears in front of the sun,
Silhouetted by the gold ball of fire.
His eyes sparkle, yet still remain cold and inhumane.
His hair hangs loose, sweeping across his skin.
His chest glistens in the light, his almost feminine figure.
His lips move slightly, silently, whispering never heard words.
The sun disappears, darkness takes over.
He slinks away, like a cat.
~*~*~*~*~
3RD DAY
He sits in a tree, half his face covered by the shadows.
He's looking down, staring at the salty tears dripping from his chin, from
his face.
He slowly lifts his head, looks at me, no coldness seen, no icy blue.
Just a sea of tears, he turns away as if ashamed, turns away and jumps down
from the tree,
Just the light running of bare feet; fading, fading, fading, into nothing.
He vanishes into the chilly night.
Just the memory remains that he was once here, that he once looked at me
without feeling hate, that he once cried.
~*~*~*~*~
4TH DAY
I stare where he used to stare; I think what he used to think.
I stare into the pond, the person stares back, analyzing everything i do.
His black hair hangs delicately around his eyes,
Silhouetted by the gold ball of fire.
His lips move slightly, silently, whispering never heard words.
He sits in a tree, half his face covered by the shadows.
He runs from his self. He runs from the world.
He runs from his reflection.

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