Pamela Caswell's Writing Collection
Poems, Short Stories and Misc. Writings.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Your Eyes
For a second I see you
reflecting back at me knowingly.
To show me something
I'm not clear about.
The what is not yet defined
but it is there.
All I can see are your eyes.
I no longer have your voice.
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