Autumn Smiles

  The night is dark and calm, windy with autumn smiles. The fireworks have all died down and we walk along this pavement path to the song of one hundred feet chatting behind us. Our hands are civil together, and cold: your ring is icy to the touch. There are one hundred things I want to tell you, one hundred ways I want to tell you, one thousand ways I see your looking back at me with looking glass smiling eyes. But I glance over, I speak: say nothing, and you laugh back your beautifull meaningless responce. We both smile at each other still, knowing too little, or too much. And our laughter is as empty as your breath is real and I can feel your heart beating through your hand, I felt so much a part of you, but I was never really there. I was always lost in those eyes, eyes that seem to crush a mans spirit: to take what pride he has; what sin, and reveal it like the harshest humiliating mirror. I knew I could never see them again becuase they showed me for who I really am.