there's a difference

there's a small place i don't have to twist myself into a small shape to inhabit anymore

there's a way i can look at the world with bright, wild eyes

i think my eyes scared you

or rather, what they saw

maybe most of all when you caught me studying your face

maybe next of all when you saw me seeing you seeing the room

you seeing her

you seeing god

and isn't that love, anyway?

seeing someone seeing the world

really seeing someone while they're seeing the world

you were too afraid to open your eyes

afraid to look at the sun

afraid of all the truth it might tell--

and, yet, somehow

i was only ever the moon

reflecting whatever light you decided

to let in

POEMSHaley Sheffield