The map of years woven across your face
Tells of the journeys you took without me
But all paths pull me back to your eyes,
Intense and blue as ever
Vivid pools of earlier days draw me in
Calling me to the times we shared before.
And the look I never quite understood,
The searching, reaching out that jarred against innocent eyes
Saying things words could never repeat
Hemmed in by my band of gold
I would often catch your gaze
Ant think what a wonderful friend you were to me
But now you wear the band while I am free
I recognise in your eyes the hint of an apology
And finally I see the gravity of your stare.
Jayne Downing
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gravity-9/
