Coffee-stained eyes greet mine,
Through the strain I’m reminded of
A song,
How does it go again?
“If your lost, you can look and you will find me…”
“Time after time.”
We operate on opposing tides,
In the late night,
When the moon is high,
You retreat,
Somewhere small, the place where anger lives.
I swell,
Alive on wild whims, dangerous too.
Might just leave it all behind,
But then I remember…
I wouldn’t have you.
And despite our differences,
I’m still able to find us,
In your eyes.
Hidden Jules 