Of all the eyes I’ve gazed into,
each pair was a lens that converged
the same single light from so far within them;
In my squinting quest,
they must have thought me mad.
But is was only in Your eyes
that I beheld the reflection of my own depth.
This was how I knew.
I imagined You
in her breath,
in his hand clasped on my shoulder.
What You saw as my loving eyes upon another,
was only a request
to show me Your face,
show me Your face again.