I know

Vague look in your eyes,
Something is boiling beneath.
The casual goodbye,
An incrimination.
The distant gaze,
Relic that glossed over,
My unwitting staining,
Of immaculate whiteness.
Curved lips,
Across expressionless terrain.
A frown disguised as a smile,
Weak and half-concealed.
Oh! The chill...
The very chill of imagination,
Which seeks much-needed mitigation.
I can read the signs,
But what i want is,
For you to spell forth.
A PhD in asking" Why?",
Doesnt placate nor conciliate.
A knighthood in "I understand" would suffice.
Aint no point just knowing,
Without apprehending the crux.
Pray tell.