See… I look up.
I look up into your eyes now,
Just like I always used to. 

And… and you’ll look back at me.
But not like you used to.
There is a hostility in your soul now, just a little bit.
And if it isn’t enough that I can see it,
 - see the redness and the anger -
I can feel it.

It’s awful, you know? 
That the connection between two hands can be cut by a blade of pain so thin that we didn’t see it, only felt it.

I just hope that the next time you look at me,
You reconsider the glow in your eyes.
They used to glow for me.
But now they only glow at me.  
But… I’ll keep looking up,
Just like I always do.