The Eyes' Most Beautiful Moment
Eyes,
looking back
from inside the secure area of a departures hall,
through 10, 20, 30 meters of busy space,
around other, blocking passengers,
seeking me out as I stand outside looking in,
then finding me,
locking onto,
talking into,
my own eyes,
instantly defocusing everything else.
That’s how eyes are meant to look.
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