pathetic in every sense

i openly offered morosity a nod
showing her into my settling.
her eyes were melancholy in color and in sense.
she bluffed a shy smile
as to match my small intentions of optimism
as to grand me some deep-seated, antique wish.
spoken of little words, she ambled about the blank rooms
touching each wall that frowned in simplicity.
my visitor was delved in distance
wearing a coat that dressed her aloof.
the only syllables which she articulated
were ones that dealt solely on my starving self pity.
a single tear thus was embed in her pale cheek
as the reflection in such a fluid mirrored to be me.