Windows Of The Soul Poem by Nick Downer

when they said that
eyes are the window to the soul,
i think they got it.
i could read novels in her eyes.
thats where i saw the words
that weren't said
and what she was feeling.
then, i couldn't.
it's like they went blank
or i lost my ability to see into them.
i dont know.
maybe we get to a certain point
where we are so eaten by ourselves
that it just, disappears.
She said the other day
she could see how unhappy i was
in my eyes. j
ust today i was told that
nothing could be found there.
that, once sparkling, or filled with pain,
was now just...nothing
and i wonder what it is
that makes the life disappear.