Lust?

Nothing, except a cheap bottle of rum and a red rose placed in baby’s breath, marks the connection that we share. He walks in and he smiles at me, and it is clear he wants to stare, but he doesn’t give enough attention. It is hard to tell exactly how I feel today. His words aren’t even present, and I simply wait for him to send a message or call me on the phone. I wait for longer than I thought I could ever wait, but he never calls or even tries. Next time I see him though, he will do this all again. Tears will rip my heart in two and change my heart and soul and cause my life to sever.