astute in formless

when you look into my eyes,
you know what you see

maybe the sun setting over a tumultuous ocean

the eerie silence of a snow covered forest at night

you know something is ending
that whatever light exists has been fading

that the girl standing before you is withdrawn, often silent
smiles are like shooting stars, easy to miss, rare to see

you ask me what’s wrong
even though you know the answer

Maybe if you yell, you’ll scare the sadness out of me
or maybe you’ll lose me forever.