Momentarily, A Cloud Covers Her Eyes Poem by Raj Dronamraju

If I look too deeply at the wrong moment
I catch sight of humanity's graveyard inevitability
Behind hazel eyes grown serious
And if a sudden chill shifts her expression from smiling, happy to bothered, pre-occupied
I know that death is always with us
Yet we don't think of it as death per say

We are accustomed to small variations in mood
The unexpected pressing of an exposed, unhealed nerve
One lover cannot see into another lover's brain
The habits we are trained to read over time for better co-existence
Are disrupted by a silence not anticipated
Dear, we hope the darkness passes soon