Today:

you were smiling

a little flushed
pretty
you glowed
like a corona
around the eclipse of the world.
but
i saw something
[i think?]
id never seen much
before
i could be just imagining it,
but,
it looked like a wall:
your eyes were a wall
still translucent
like sheer curtains
on a sunny day
but still a wall.
and behind that wall:
desperation?
fear?
mild panic?
your eyes were once windows.
today they were walls
and behind them you looked
like a deer caught in headlights.
your face looked a bit | like a mask
stretched invisibly thin over
your
real
face.
i am imagining all this,
but
its okay to go home.
and if you ever cant go home.
its okay to come here.
always.
you arent alone.
never.
whatever.
its all in my head.
just mah magin-a-ation...
just:
be happy
tomorrow.
which is today.

2015 Jim Rovira