Silences and Deeds

The days were young, you gambolled in the green.
I watched.

You whetted and sweated till your blade burned with sheen.
I watched.

You nocked an arrow, and set it free.
I watched.

You heard the cry, smiled with wry glee.
I watched.

You fed the flames, made the dials and wheels go wild.
I watched.

You towered brick by brick, in concrete style.
I watched.

You brushed the qualms aside, and pulled the trigger.
I watched.

You briskly worked the keys, and typed the figure.
I watched.

You ripped it up and trounced it black and blue.
I watched.

Kicked it away, though it simply stuck to you.
I watched.

Your treacly promises, soft nothings delivered sweetly.
I watched.

We met in mirrors, though you wouldn't speak to me.
I watched.