In your eyes I see the shame. I notice the guilt.
Darting everywhere around the room but at our faces.
On display you idly sit. Hands, body, and movement demonstrate the uncomfortable moment of a first step.
In my mind I relate the moment to a puddle that has already experienced the world, water having traveled from cloud, to sky, down the earths carefully carved crust. Above the surface is him. Above: curiosity, wonder, desire, and the openness. Under the surface is you. Under: the hiding, the deception, and the denial. His eyes look into the water as he dips his finger in to test the water that could be cold, warm, contaminated, or perhaps a figment of the imagination.
Your eyes...they cause me pain.
They lock up a story you tried to destroy only like a boomerang to return at your doorstep.
Your eyes show shadows of the life you have lived in avoidance. A life you decided we should never know.
Your eyes...they are selfish. To take away an opportunity to an innocent. So selfish to believe a signature could simply erase it all.
In your eyes is what you "owe". You "owe" this? You owe me nothing...and everything. You owe him understanding. But above all a chance to move on after all this time.
There's him in the gleam of that light. The same dark color. The same searching stare. Deep set and strong.
Pride keeps them from looking into my gaze. By avoiding you maintain your stance.
But above all, the represent a dominance. A dominant trait from you to him.
Your eyes cause the streaming of tears down my cheeks. Your eyes...they have looked at me all my life with every glance in a mirror.
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