Your eyes

I tried to locate your eyes,
but all I saw was the world,
and myself at the front of it.
You were telling me something;
what was it? I don’t remember.
I was too busy trying to find
those delicate orbs of brown.
It felt strange not being able
to see them; darting around
like the lively spirits of a still
livelier person. And thus I
felt like I was speaking
to someone else.
You are simply not you
when your eyes are hid.

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