I can see your face at the end of the day when time has run down into one last cigarette ash you turn to me and ask 'do you like me?' and I just smile and rest my head upon your breast inside each others loneliness we blame each other for being alone our fights are fights for space lost in rage and tantrum tears I reach up gently hiding them behind my hands like a room without a window I can see you face after a few glasses of chardonnay bar music underneath our best friend talks elixirs and laughter I can feel your warmth leaning against my back your sun against my wall my world without your smile pulling me away from myself falling softly into your arms keeping days away from harm my pain without disgrace looking up in childlike adoration I can see your face the life you promised at times seems such a waste sometimes I really hate you for all you give in grace beside you my weakness fills my life reminding me of being blessed beneath your touch holding beauty high pretending I have sight looking over at you in bed living in black and white old movie dreams only you can see and I can almost taste I can see your face