She was staring at him

With passion burning

In her clear blue eyes.

He looked back at her

With a faint smile –

A reply of care.

She was watching him

Reading the papers,

With her thoughtful glare.

He gaped at the beauty

Of this amazing lady

That he truly owned.

She was examining him,

Now with a coarse smile

And watery eyes.

He glanced at her

Then to his last cup of coffee;

And back to his young lover.

She was just staring at him…

With both passion and fear,

With love and loathing,

With loss and gain;

With guilt and triumph.

Just staring at him…

‘Til his very last breath…