Tiger Eyes.

rather than calm and convincing,
my tiger eyes hit your frame
and follow the atoms that
fall off of you as you walk.

I am sorry you're afraid to consult
the ticking circle on your wrist.
Leather band- brown, sticky residue
on your white, pale skin.

cool and tranquil, still and dull
starry eyed, you picked up right where
you left off. I saw you with
the atlas of your mind strewn on the floor.

I didn't care much, this was the seventh time
or so, nothing new.
Borded up and lifeless, i would sit.
You motionless, trying to come to terms with who is was that carried your heart.