The only one

Strands of her hair fall on her face
He doesn't notice or put them in place
Whereas she dusts off imaginary dirt
Just so she can place a hand upon his shirt

He doesn't hear it when she screams out his name
Creating silences for his personal gain
She melts at the sound of his faltering voice
But to hear it never seems to come by choice

When he wants attention she'll be the first to know
But when he's had enough, she's always the first to go
It's never enough to simply be loved by one
There's always something making him come undone

She keeps filling her time with temporary gestures
And he fills his with temporary pleasures
Maybe she's blind or maybe she's just dumb
But to her, he's still the only one