im staring into her blue eyes
the picture on the screen
trying to understand
i used to understand
she used to help me with
her steady stream of whispered words
the inabandon of little girls
the secret of the secrets
the thrill of the night
loosening tongues spilling with syllables

but now
i am watching
without words and her face
is seeming more and more like
a mask
a world i could've been a part of
if i hadn't drifted away