I had seen the look before.
She had borrowed lost eyes.
Because after I put things down that I’m holding in my hand.
After I fell for you.
Someone else may as well enjoy them.
Because they were lost.
To me. Because I was so stoned.
Already.
On the loud of you.
And I would not sell for all the gold that exists.
I want to be lost.
Ready or not…
I see you returned those eyes.
RGH/WP
9-11-2020
Stream of Consciousness 