a poem

I would like to see

Inside your mind

When you close your eyes

Instead I'm blind

I would like to know

What goes around

When you sigh and smile

 At the same time

I would like to guess

What you saw through the fog

Your breath left on the window-pane

Before you left

I try to guess

I make things up

And when I ask

Your lips tighten

Then I see you

Looking back

Confounded

While I sigh and smile

At the same time

Then I discover

Your finger marks

Smudged over the foggy prints

Of my breath, left on the window-pane

Then when I close my lids

I hear you ask

What I see behind

-Georgiana