How can one expression
Or look
Close down the soul
Like a book reaching
It’s end
Final page turned
And a refection
Of what was read is
Considered
How can it be that
The soul is so easily
Affected by what
It cannot see
That slowness
Of retraction
Of the mind
Creeping in until
Finally you find
Yourself behind
Your shadowed eyes
Which have been infected
By the look of
Another
Making you feel as if you
Will never recover from
The blow
How can it be that
So much can be
Known from a look
Or expression