Could you find my beginning, my present, my end?
How much do you know if we are no longer friends?
You watch me with knowing eyes,
familiar to who I think I still am
I look back knowing that you still are now- who you were then
No change in those eyes the look that’s been painted flat
You are ignorant that I look at you and my eyes tell me that
I was once affected by the language those eyes spoke
but now I know better
and through it, with you, is how I mastered the letter
for like that moment it was not ever about me
you were in your act, going through the motions of who you wanted me to see.