To see through your eyes

Here I am

contemplating what isn't

is this a fake hand

or a solipsistic schism?

The way life comes forth

I see everything all day

When it comes to things of worth

they seem to have their way

And what about the eyes I see?

The ones with warmth behind them?

the way they persist reality

the way that logic can not hide them

Such depth in a universe for me

if only I knew for sure they lived

then I could say in true empathy

"To see through your eyes, what I wouldn't give"

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8u4m04/alive/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8u3giw/the_quiet_game/