Pub Love

Light, turned liquid
through the tobacco haze,
creeps slowly along
the planes of her face,
revealing then concealing
the faint flaws of her humanity.

Her eyes mirror my lonliness.
Two souls lost to love,
separated by a small space
and a gulf of broken dreams.

I would talk to her,
but fear it is better
to keep the dream
than face the cold truth
of waking to one who
can only be a stranger.