For Now

Your eyes are part window, part air, part light
So blue, that I know what they will
Look like when you’re old.
I saw them in flashes, cuts, close
And tight shots. Each time they came
To me, I felt as if I were
breathing in smoke.
Now I’m starting to feel dizzy
After the long hard blue of last year.
You’d think I act strangely, with
My foot flat on the door. But it is only
For a while that I keep myself in
Like this. Soon I will leave
Without the memory of you.