A piece of me upon your eyes.
To see this smile and watch it hide.
Door cracked open just enough
To look but not to fall in love.
Happy hazels look away.
No deep stare to see their pain.
Tangled chestnut covers face.
Always slightly out of place.
A piece of me upon your ears
To hear me laugh over the the tears.
To speak with words I don’t believe.
And hope that they won’t make you leave.
Singing songs with happy notes,
But lyrics of sad anecdotes.
Only whispers, only shouts.
To keep from figuring me out.
A piece of me upon your hand.
To slip through fingers just like sand.
A touch as gentle as the air
Not quite enough to make you care.
Just a brush of skin on skin.
Just enough to let you in.
But not so much to make you stay.
Again I watch them run away.