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THE LOOK
A wandering eye catches mine.
I see not the reason of the stare,
but I see his eyes.
He quickly glances back to his companion.
The gaze is lost. My own eyes returning.
Returning to my own focus.
Time passes. Another look pierces my being.
Same man. His companion, a book,
Is laid aside.
I see the reason now. I feel it in my soul.
He is looking at me. Inside me.
Inside to my core!
Does he see the pain? He smiles.
Does he view the hate? He nods.
Does he know me? He always has.
Sweaty hands on my knees.
My eyes dodging. His fixed.
He knows. He wants to know more.
Do I let him in? He laughs quietly.
The room grows smaller. My breathing deteriorates.
My heart pumps faster.
The look. The stare. Remains.
Look away! Please.
Compliance. I breathe easier. Sweat flow ceases on my neck.
I am again...
Alone.
A wandering eye catches mine.
I see not the reason of the stare,
but I see his eyes.
He quickly glances back to his companion.
The gaze is lost. My own eyes returning.
Returning to my own focus.
Time passes. Another look pierces my being.
Same man. His companion, a book,
Is laid aside.
I see the reason now. I feel it in my soul.
He is looking at me. Inside me.
Inside to my core!
Does he see the pain? He smiles.
Does he view the hate? He nods.
Does he know me? He always has.
Sweaty hands on my knees.
My eyes dodging. His fixed.
He knows. He wants to know more.
Do I let him in? He laughs quietly.
The room grows smaller. My breathing deteriorates.
My heart pumps faster.
The look. The stare. Remains.
Look away! Please.
Compliance. I breathe easier. Sweat flow ceases on my neck.
I am again...
Alone.
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