Upon Seeing Him Again

i can feel your deep eyes
and i (don’t) want them back
and i (so) want them back
where have you gone, my love?

i pushed you.

my bare shoulders raise
goosebumps
at your ghost touch
still…
there…

gone.

i can still feel your dark eyes,
my love,
and i (still) want your
hands
hands
hands
like i had them updownaroundme
softly

why did i push you?

i wanted you gone
(i want you gone)
i want you back! my love

i want you back.
so badly i break at the waist
and crack
where have i gone, my love…

in my best days,
i’m here and you’re there and that’s good.
and when i lie down
alone
in the dark
i can feel your deep eyes

and i (don’t) want them back
and i (so) want them back