a wink behind the tint of the thick frame of eyeglasses see me look at you incredulous feigning indifference decipher desire discover it in intimate minute minutes what do you hide an eye towards the side entering a room feeling as if you're about to say something we took chances by estimation a grip on the shoulder tighter look as you deliver the question into oblivion oblivious we took chances by loss of course who knows the blows of curse better clearer other than us who carry the dead weight of transience the brief the impermanence.