I See You

I See You

I see you
And the heartache on your rolled up sleeve.
One each of seven different frozen dinners,
Laundry a few days or maybe a week or a lost love or a few regrets behind.
I see you.
Where did the spark go that emblazoned the lines of a lost smile around eyes the color of an empty room?

I see you
Reading at the back corner table
With your blue hair trying to match the color of indifference.
Stealing glances at the girls in plaid skirts laughing around their lattes.
I see you.
And the sweaty cup of water you’ve refilled three times now.
Three dollar tips lie at the bottom of the barista’s jar.

I see you
Biting the well-worn ear of a big eyed purple cat,
Studying their screen lit faces,
Patting, Patting, Patting one pale arm, then another,
Peppa Pig sneakers
Kicking, kicking, kicking.
I see you,
And so does everyone who doesn’t know your name.

I see you
As you follow her eyes to the news story behind the barkeep
And search your mind for something
To bring her back to you.
How long have your fingers been jealous of your eyes for how they can still caress her?
I see you,
Grateful for a reason for her silence
When full plates are laid between you.

A full moon
Over shadowy, quiet secrets,
I see you
And give you silver light in which to bathe.

8.15.19

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