I'm not here (The second chance of The observer)

The subtle smell of fresh sweat
and blessed breathing in the darkness...
Don't dare hit the lights on
for fear it will hinder to listen.
Your steps, so different tonight
echoes in these empty halls without
usual pride and full of unusual anxiousness.
Does my observance confuse you?
Yet I have an excuse: my eyes are
solidly closed - I am only listening.
***
Tonight your eyes of salad-green
seems lonely without her.
Would it hurt to introduce us
appropriately kissing cheeks?
You act as single once again
and I confess I cannot blame you.
We're silent, only sighs talk now -
you know I know you better.
I fall from grace and feel the warmth
that sacred second that we hug.
Don't question your motives at all
to preserve the moment we're at.
***
My bruised heart yearns to comfort
your soul bruised even more.
She fails but tries and so I leave
knowing that you'll make it through.
Same time and place we'll meet tomorrow
there will be smiles and chats about world
like any other day our worlds crashed
together we'll pretend that nothing's changed.
***
Fresh wind's rushing away
and only silence's between us...
Don't dare shatter the air
for fear you will find out.