What shape your eyes?

To The Lady on the Train,

When next I see you, what shape your eyes? What colour will they hold?


I have seen your eyes in many shapes and hues, from bright shining half moons to oval soft coloured pools. I have seen the dark fire and flash of anger and the playful light of joy. I have seen the rise of eyebrows in the midst of discussions and the crinkle at the corners during laughter.


In your eyes I have seen you so close to me and in an instant I have watched you travel miles and years away. In your eyes I have seen you disappear from me completely and I have seen you open up and bare all to me. In your eyes I have seen heart wrenching sorrow and I have seen wondrous joy – and I have seen the two come together in the same instant.


From the narrow squint to the far-away drift, I have held you and watched you and tried to know you. In your eyes I have seen what you most wanted to hide and I have seen what you most needed to be seen. In your eyes I have seen the beckoning of a kiss, the need for distance, and the desire to be understood.


In all the shapes and colours of your eyes, I have fallen. 
In all the shapes and colours of your eyes, I am lost and I am found.


The Man in the Station