None of the changes go unnoticed.
The selfie, the selfless, the social lonely.
Nothing to indicate even a maybe,
watching, not watching, but watching you lazy.

Wandering, this lazy eye,
the one that prompts a painful sigh,
the one that wishes well whatever,
whatever circumstance for better,
whatever makes a now from never,
whatever makes this weight a feather.
Whatever puts my love together.

anything, but quietly.

None of this directly seen.
Rarely caught acknowledging.
The little longing from the lazy,
the eye that wanders woefully.
the heart it floods forever lasting,
patiently awaiting me.