Hello old friend.
It’s been a while since I’ve looked at you.
I’ve seen you, from the rear view mirror,
Or maybe I’ve glanced upward when leaving a job that
Makes me tired.
The craters in your face, like wounds,
Make me wonder how much you’ve seen.
How much you have looked at, studied.
Witnessing things that have made you tired.
I’m sorry you’ve seen so much.
I’m sorry we’ve made you look at us hurt.
I know the feeling of being forced to witness unbearable hurt.
But in a way, I am jealous.
I am jealous of you because
Although you see so much bad,
You get to see all the good.
What is it like to see two people
From far away
Who’ve never met
Never known one another’s mind
What is it like to see them lie down
And look at you
To look and wonder at the same time?
What is it like to watch two people
Who do not know each other hope
For the same good you get to see?
What is it like
To witness that most human thing
Of wondering if someone is looking
At the same thing you are?
To see them love something
The same way?
That must be what keeps you around
When the world gets ugly.
It hurts to keep looking
But you can’t stop.
I don’t think I’d be able to look away either.