The dark circles may have been privy to your succumbence before an inorderly resonance..
you might have longed for his nights to brush your eye lids darker..
every morning was a story sketched in your eyes,
every day were you battling unquashed solitude
in a room full of pungent idyllic breaths..
when it ended for the day
my mind was already tracing your steps back as long as I could,
for as long as it took to unravel the mystery of your fiefdom..
I have always wished you to be my beautiful intellectual friend..
The time when you encounter a least engaging subject being taught by the most beautiful teacher. When she becomes the subject of fascination overpowering the desire to learn.