Recognize Me

I did not understand that look.
So often you and I look at each other
so often I have seen your eyes
in every mood, every light.
I would recognize them anywhere.

But I did not understand that look.
It was both inside and outside,
light and dark,
like you were communing with yourself
but still seeing me
still speaking with your eyes.

And I wonder what it means
that I have seen this strange contrariness.
You considered me, I think
and also something else I cannot guess at
compared them or mixed them
or both together
and I begin to think that that moment
was the first time I saw past your eyes
the first time your eyes were open to me
and into you.

I think now I know
what you really look like.