love: can you not see my eyes look right past you?
Can you not see my eyes look right past you?
My gaze grabbing tightly on the door handle.
I have been watching it for more than a few minutes now.
I have studied every dent in its exterior,
The way the elfish light dances on it,
Every knotted curl carved deep,
So deep I feel I could fall in there
And never see the light of day again.
Look at the depths you have lowered me to.
I am staring at a door handle
As though it were an old lover.
Can you not see my eyes look right past you?
