Duende

"Why?"

We locked eyes. 
They were the lightest of brown.
They shine when you see the things you love.
They sparkle when you see the cutest things.
They were the brightest when you look at me.

We locked hands.
They were the warmest.
They tremble when you are anxious.
They hold when you do not want to let go.
They were fitted perfectly with mine.

We locked lips.
They were the prettiest of shade.
They smile when you speak of love.
They pout when you feel shame.
They were the softest when you kiss me.

"Why, then?"

We lock eyes.
The darkest of brown.
Clouded when you see the things you love.
Grieving when you hold it together.
They are sorrowful when you look at me.

We lock hands, once more.
The warmth is gone.
Trembling when you felt my touch.
Holding when you beg for me to stay.
They are no longer mine to hold.

We lock lips, no more.
Still the prettiest of shade.
Quivered when you speak of me.
Protruded when you held back the tears.
They are desperate when you kiss me.

  I'm sorry. Goodbye. 

A/N:  

Thank you for the title recommendation.