Friday, January 14, 2005

His Eyes

I can tell me misses me
by the way he finds excuses to pull me close,
and bends down to smell my hair.

Sometimes when I open my arms to him
he grabs my waist
so hard
it hurts and I can't breath.

There is more behind his eyes
than I could hope to know.

And so much pain was never
given to me by any other person.

I feel that I hold his confused heart
in the deep resevoir of my hand.
And mine hides in fear.


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