eyes

The eyes
see everything.

The paper cuts
on the edges
of your fingers
are still bleeding,
I wonder
if it'll hurt
from holding.

Maybe I mustn't
brush off the
dust from
the knees
of your worn out jeans.

Your green sweater
is slipping away
from constant wear
but should I
pick out the loose
thread from the shoulder
where there is a tare?



I can't do anything.