Staring

Her eyes look like a conspiracy.
 She beheld mine with sympathy 
that waitress near the bar. 
And her eyes looked with pity, knowingly 
and no words passed between our lips. 

Sometimes these days I hold a gaze often too long.
 Odd creature, I, who reads the sullen songs 
in the wells of others eyes 
and watching for those also who read the messages
 hidden and divine.