Eyes Locked

For every little moment I remembered

One of them would be your eyes

        when they slice through corners of the room

        and pin drop silence

That very afternoon when you and your sister shared the space 

I remember identifying your bond, because of your shared eyes

I had no inkling but a hunch spoke to me

        so strong it was

that those eyes are your father's

        your sister and yours

The day came when we had to look into each other's eyes

followed by a mirroring exercise

I looked at her eyes, alternating from the left, to the right

        I could see him

Your sister is a gentle soul, a courageous one

        a kind one

Her eyes seemed to always glimmer 

        from those times I looked directly into

        to those that I observed from the side

Amongst all things that I thought I could communicate with her in the exercise

        I remembered telling her, that I'm in love with your sister

        and there it was, crystal clear

        imbued with a tinge of shyness, vulnerability and openness 

        at the very least, I thought I could share that with her through looking into her eyes

I cannot deny,

I wished it was you that was opposite me - no, actually, I can easily see that happen

The space we share whenever we do, is a magical one

So was that for me and your sister

I am thankful to have shared that connection with her, in that very circumstance

I'm not sure if she could tell what I instinctively shared

In fact, I've always been held back by the weight and oddness I carry, constantly 

That all happened when our eyes locked

little did anyone know,

I too am grateful