Eyes

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It seems it can be done
Now I've learned enough
Waited
Drawn ink around in loops
and lines
(even once in your room
you right there
distressed
occupied)
And to my eye all they are
are pictures of you face
on every page
tears falling right where
the eyes would be
well...

I saw you crying
on that subway train
on the way back from getting lost
I saw you cry
Yet trying to hide it
I mean, I had just seen the whole thing
Serious and silly
the false smile
only reflecting
the drops on the back of your hand
nothing for me to do
but say "ok"
or some mumbled platitude
hand on the back
eye contact

and I think for you it was a release
to say goodbye to me and get on with it
but I had said goodbye before
on 4th st
here we were, at it again
so
I felt ok knowing there'd be another embrace
real smiles
months of new news

but I stood alone
on that same train
heading north
wanting, hell -
even trying to cry
feel what you felt
couldn't
realizing
for us there'd be another
no loss here
simply distance and time
also, not having those eyes
there with me, again, alone
it didn't feel right to try to do that
but it felt

on the way home, I wrote it all down
in case
I needed proof
our eyes would meet again