Maybe
I could catch the pain
that falls from his long lashes
glistening and holding the world
capture it in the eye of a needle
a microscope
to examine, dissect, conquer
his overwhelming unfathomable
him
or
perhaps collect
each drop of saline
on a looking glass
smooth and cold and removed
each meeting its other half
on the silvered surface
making the world in an instance
before breaking like rain
and mist
and seek understanding
as pearls of water distort
reflect
refract
because
right now I cannot see
behind the lenses of his eyes
into his soul
he pulls away
hidden
and mist
maybe as the mirror fades
into further worlds of abstraction
its lens will focus
into his
or else
the view of myself
might blur and mingle
melding with him
irremovable
no longer able to hide
myself
feeling the world
and I would know him
because we would feel

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