Illustration Friday: Rejection

In the desolate winter gray
I can see the brilliance of your eyes
As you look my way,
But it's my isolation that belies
The memory of a lighter day.

My imagination has been imbued
With visions of a tender kiss,
Long ago missed
In the torment of my solitude.
You don't want to notice me anymore;
The awkwardness has soared
To a burdensome magnitude.

Now my faculties fade away.
I'm entranced by your glance,
And alienated as you play.
Desperately wanting another chance
To relive the life of a lighter day.