in reticent suspension

in stood in reticent suspension,
with a timid smile in its proper place;
her confounding elegance relumed sentiments
that for days had been exiled in thought
(at least, this is what i like to tell myself;
that they had been nothing but exiled).
her aesthetic, meticulous perception
was set on anything but myself,
as she blissfully took the dark-olive hand of her lover.
their leisurely lingering rendered in my mind
to what seemed to be hours
(or perhaps, a bit more).

discretely, i noted, her contagious mannerisms,
comparing them to that of our retrospection;
she was no more diverse with him
than she ultimately was with me.
i saw the two kiss as my disregarded lips ran dry
and then briefly stole a glance at the iridic-emeralds,
then so easily recalled the glistening in her eye;
and yes, her forgiving smile
during our recumbent positions, as well.
i tipped my hat to the passing by of a nostalgic past,
but a responsive gesture failed to disclose,
as she and her whimsical life ambled on by...

only just ambling on by... and on and on and on, etc.

that shy, timid smile
which made its place in the mold of expression
had found itself to become something of a morose smirk.
i wished to derive the distanced ecstasy
to take place my lethargic (rather pathetic) condition.
handing myself the hope of another (or two)
as a pitiful means of eluding love;
but her angelic structure
only gave to the complication of my logic,
and attempts at some form of maturity.

she had... (and maybe still has; i'm not quite sure. see, my mindsets have been a bit blurred and confused lately)... me in reticent suspension.