2002-04-28 - 1:23 a.m.
His wild hair is hanging in his face,
and he absently strokes it back.
But, his eyes remain in shadow.
His mouth begins to twitch,
fighting with that smile that won't stay hidden.
But, his eyes are lifeless, gone.
As he speaks, his voice comes alive,
echoing with laughter.
But, still his eyes are lost.
He seems to glow,
his face alight with some secret joy.
But...
His happiness is his alone,
and he will never know
I cannot see his eyes.
