Eyeliner

I saw you for the last time, tonight.

As our cars parted ways at a branch in the road,

I could have touched you if I had strained out the window,

if you had reached, painfully,

fingers grasping at the distance.

Instead, I did not look at you,

and I knew you did not look at me.

Like two strangers who had never

lain awake at night

unable to sleep without smelling

the scent of the other. 

My sweatshirt smells like you --

maybe tonight I'll sleep deeply enough to dream.

Maybe I'll dream of you.

Did you look at me as I pulled away?

Did you?

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Often, our emotions push us around.
"Eyeliner" is an incredibly sad, quasi-confessional piece.
More importantly, the poem radiates straightforward excellence.

[Kami]

Deep and meaningful- made me reminisce, remembering a time as you so eloquently described. Thank you for sharing!