Tony Frobisher
The Eyes Have It
Eyes meet...at first a glance but then Staring imploring from within a photograph Why am I not there? Eyes.. alive.. following searching For answers too hard to comprehend Why can I not be with you? Eyes bore, delving deep into soul Enquiring of heart and thoughts Why am I now but a memory? Eyes questioning, probing As eyes glisten, tears tracking down cheek Why can't you hold me? Eyes from a photograph Grief reflecting back your own question Why? Why? The answer...because you are not here The answer...because you are always here The eyes have it The eyes have it
