Your Eyes

Everytime I see your name
on my notepad,
everytime you walk across the
same tracks in my mind,
all emotions retreat.
Like a train with no brakes.
Mmm, more like a ocean wave with no bottom.

And even though there is one
less passenger on our train, I miss our times.
Sometimes.
Sometimes your embrace.
Sometimes your cologne.
Sometimes your demeanor.

Sometimes we were two lost souls looking at each other's mirror.
One for reassurance. One to see life.
A mirror for two eyes sees the surface.
A mirror for three eyes sees what needs to be healed.