26/365 : eye to eye

i forget so much of the setting.

maybe we sat on dusty chairs

surrounded by sourdough smells

and lavender walls
with strange paisley print
boxing us in.

i'm not so sure

where we were 

when i saw 

i love you 

in his eyes

or later,
i'm leaving
in his mind

or 

how can i find a way out?
i hope she breaks this.

i just know that i saw
two perfect circles of darkness,
and around them
an explosion of want.

browns speckled with dry-grass gold

and new-life greens shooting up between

endless sky-blue sorrowful wonder.

i saw night in his eyes
scanning the waves of
cold-crash-black doubt.

he was a painter--
knew the ways of ocean tumult,
truth splashed in navy midnight madness,

bristles broken and frayed.

the sea was his only way
to say goodbye.