Faces change over time

grow up and move away

But eyes? Eyes remain the same,

windows to all that was.

I think I see you cross the road

our eyes meeting only for a second

to move on, obscurity

measured in a single glance.

Maybe you too thought

I was someone you knew

from another long ago, another life

haunting in shadows.

I shake my head, turning away,

those are not the windows

I have been waiting to see, not the story

that means everything to me.