looking into
those eyes
been well over
a year
been this close
reach right
over
if he only had
the right hands
something still
there
in eyes
meet across
smoky table
once heard no
common ground
constantly
getting
out of the way
in the everyday
passing often
something
strange up in the air
thoughts chase
in circles
only dreams and
high hopes
no real
expectations
someday seen
as he sees
those eyes…
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