your sad eyes
were the window
to which you never spoke
i saw it all, i truly did
inconsistencies in what was said
the feeling of what was so rural
might have been just a mural
to the blankness and frankness
to your soul
just a hole to darkness
was basically cortisone
a shot to the life force
of your language which was so hoarse
always laid down to rest
so help me express
from life itself
what you didn't know
didn't take a blow
didn't hurt you in the end
but you sat so alone
in the plane to find your soul
i wonder if you thought of me at all
in that journey to find your soul