A Touching Display

With all the front

And more besides

Bitch, thrust, and parry

And a few asides

With considerable charm

You chose not to decide

I really like you

Becomes my massage

I really want you

Becomes my message

But how long can we sustain

Ourselves apart?

The pressure's increasing it

Squeezes my heart

I bought a ticket

You took a walk

So much to say

We're unable to talk

Suffering in silence

Our eyes give it away

So close as we part

A touching display

Colouring my thoughts

Predominately grey and

Fighting bravely

Will she save me?

From what or who

I do not know