Miles away

You’re standing in front of me,
Staring.
I don’t know what’s on your mind.
Wish I did.

I’m looking deeper into your eyes,
Trying to read your mind.
Can’t do it.
It’s too closed.

I wanna reach into you,
Grasp all parts of you.
But how?

You’re in front of me,
Standing.
But it’s like you’re miles away.

Cátia Ribeiro