I saw him at the theatre,
an act he gave,
consisting of a mouse at a mascaraed.

I saw him at the amusement park,
playing at the arcade,
I saw his smile grow as he won the game.

I knew that smile,
way back when,
he smiled at people he knew,
and those he didn't; he did the same too.

Lost in his smile, I always had,
a deep connection with that man,
but his eyes are where the real soul stands,
and without it he was bland.

Last time I saw him,
I never had a chance,
lost in his own eyes,
he waited for her to come.