A Loving Look

I don't know if you've witnessed it before. But I know you should. To notice the calmer side of people. When you go to the movies with someone you love, turn your cheek to the screen for a second and watch them instead. Watch them watching. Look at the colors from the projector reflected on their eyeballs. Watch that. Watch their faces taken by it. As they are reading something they're really absorbed in, notice that admirable slight motion of their eyebrows in reaction. Innocent, spontaneous, and helplessly honest. Their fingertips meanwhile a favorite song of theirs is playing, when they're talking to someone and not overtly singing along. And when they fall asleep. That peace and defenselessness as they are that loose, with only the motion of their chests being any regular. When they're dreaming and the movement of their eyeballs show from under their eyelids. And the twitching of their lips. I don't know if you've ever really loved or known anyone until you caught them somewhere there. Until you've seen them free from the inevitable consciousness in their speech and steps. The selectivity. Maybe we haven't really known anyone if all we know of them is how they are with that consciousness. Maybe you haven't truly given anyone a loving look until you've watched their minds, their faces, and their eyes, without them aware of it, fixed on something, lost on something.