Her Eyes
I watched her~ watching me
through the glass.
her eyes filled with sadness.
Misted with tears.
Her heart alone.
Her emotions spent.
I reached out to her
and we stood
cheek pressed to cheek
Palm to palm as our
Lives flowed from my opened vein.
Her sadness the last thing I would see.
Her eyes mine.
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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