They say the eyes are the windows to your
soul.so if you can look into each others and
express words not spoken, why is this and more
that has awoken. A moment past and
whispers that have asked why? The journey
of separate paths that parallel but with
occasional whole only to lead to divided halves
so forth the story goes. Staring into panes of
metaphorical glass the only thing to ask, why
must this be a task? Understanding the why
and the time that cannot bend may only lend
to tears unshed. Putting on a mask so perhaps
the pains that show a soul will be shrouded
and the other may not know.