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Experienced Eyes
by J. P. DaviesBecause it was there all along,
it seems strange that I couldn't find it.
But there it was in my head.
The wanting, feeds the needing.
The beating of a heart that, while bruised,
still pounds on rhythmic time signatures
to days in a life that is growing.
I feel...older. Like an adult sometimes.
I swore I'd never grow up.
But now, when I look in the mirror,
I find eyes that have seen sorrow,
and lust, and painful memory.
They stare back with experience.
They seem wiser to me.
The man I am is not the boy I was.
I am not who I was when you first met me.
Different eyes see you.
Foreign lips long to kiss you.
The same in some ways, but in the end
as different as is possible.
I've changed. You have too.
Did we grow together, or apart?
Have you changed as much as me?
Are your eyes as different as mine?
When you look at yourself do you seem worn?
Or merely broken in?
Just not the same...somehow.
We are not so different, you and I.
No matter how much it seems we changed.
12/30/2003 Author's Note: I'm growing up...and it scares me.
Posted on 12/31/2003
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/31/03 at 07:31 AM This is nice. I find myself thinking similar things in my own relationship, but not finding the words for it. |
| Posted by Melinda Sordino on 01/02/04 at 05:41 PM we all grow and change. i embrace it, for without these changes i would still be the young girl i once was, afraid of my own thoughts. sometimes the change is for the better, we just can't see it yet. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/03/04 at 04:49 AM Powerful piece of mutual introspection. Those last two lines sum it up beautifully. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 01/04/04 at 10:58 PM growing and changing...it happens so quickly...fantastic work here. |
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