Through Your Eyes Only

Have you ever held a conversation with your eyes? This is something like that.

Mezmorizing China blue orbs,
are staring straight at me.

And I stare back.

They gliter with an enchanting fire,
as if he delighted in watching me.

And I watch back.

Suddenly, that glitter turns into an icy glare,
as if challenging me to drop my gaze,

And I glare back.

Then a moment later they soften,
still glittering, but seemingly pleased.

And I gaze back.

He and I seem to hold a conversation,
just by looking into eachothers eyes.

And I gape back.

For a fleeting second I thought I saw
his eyes fill up with pain.

And I peek back.

Almost in pain myself to see
the tears well up behind those pretty lashes.

And I glance back.

Looking internally at my own life,
and knowing why he is pained,

I smile back.

I took my friend by the hand,
and then he smiled too.

And we never looked back.