Looking Through Me

I’m looking at me, looking at you, looking at me… but we’re not alone.

It’s like there’s another being glaring at me through the eyes I see, saying without words, that I see you for who you are.

I don’t know if I like this feeling, but I just know it’s there.

This being makes me feel like I am on the outside, looking at you – while you’re looking at me… not part of the real gaze… the eye contact.

In my mind’s eye, all I see are your eyes, hazel… beautiful and all the same a mystery.

It’s like I’m not really here, not a part of this dance our eyes do… Almost as if I’m deciding if this is the kind of contact we need; the kind of contact that makes you feel real.

I can’t decide if I am betraying my mind for the fleeting feelings of the heart, for I don’t know what I need, I just know I want to make this gaze feel real.

I want this moment never to end, the moment where it’s not just me looking at you, looking at me, looking at you…

It’s like I’m watching this from the inside and my eyes; these two-way mirrors, show only what is in front of me, but not always what’s inside.

Are you looking at me?

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Dr. Eric Perry

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