you in formless

eyes often have more to say than words.

yesterday I looked into a pair of eyes I had not looked into in a long time.

and they were the same as I would expect.

Masking a fragile soul, an acknowledgement of mutual hurt.

we did not exchange words, just a silent recognition of the past.

dark and drunk in a tempurpedic bed, the smell of coconut oil and nag champa, and that painful reminder that he never really liked me as a person.

everyone changes, but in that they are the same.