Eyes forward

You see him looking
the other way,

not yours, no
not where you want him to look

or his eyes would rest uneasily
on your rickety bones

He’s looking away,
that is true

forward or somewhere
not here, not with you

and it chips at you,
bit by bit by bit

but there is a sigh
with that look beyond- that is-

not with you
but for you

and you trust in it
in one wishful exhale

you trust him
you trust yourself too, you try

that his eyes might be seeing
more than you-

magnified in full-color
more than you

fortified for brandishing
more than just you

that his forward gaze
might be for you

and him too.
Or so you wish.