Touch Me With Your Eyes by Joshua Lundquist

Touch Me With Your Eyes

by Joshua Lundquist

She lay on a whited pillow,

small fragments of glass

still sparkled in her hair.

Her eyes were closed.

She had sat crunched next to me

in what once had been her seat-

both unable to move.

We looked, and our eyes met.

We lay on bloodied stretchers,

side by side in the ambulance.

Her face, blanched yet beautiful, turned.

And I looked into those watery brown eyes.

She rolled through the swinging doors

surrounded by blue on a bed of white.

As they took her from me her lips moved,

"I won't close my eyes," she said.

She rested in stillness and lace,

eyes closed on an upturned face.

The lid shut. I groped—

Eyes staring, empty.

Now I sit quietly— sun flecks

sparkling, shivered on the ground-

as I hold her picture,

and touch her with my eyes