GIRL HE SAW BEFORE

When I look into his eyes,
I see his spirit confined,
I can read his mind,
Waiting to be free,
I can hear his soul
Crying out for me,
But I helplessly reply,
With a touch of the hand,
Hoping he'll understand,
That this is his fight, his battle, his war,
And all I can do
Is love him.
I remember Thanksgiving Day,
The aroma of fresh turkey greeted me at the door,
My mind ran wild,
Embracing all the strangers I knew,
As I floated across the room,
All except one.
I found him in a corner,
Staring into space,
Our eyes met,
But our feelings weren't mutual.
I watched him talk but not say a word,
I felt his laughter with lack of understanding,
Demanding to see me again,
Yet he doesn't know who I am.
And when it's time to leave,
A hug until next time,
When I walk through that door,
All I will be,
Is the girl he saw before.