Dear Out-of-Focus Eyes

Your face is out-of-focus,
stranger,
and maybe you're crying
under the weight of your hair,
maybe you're blushing
beet red under there...
but I'll never know.

I could make up stories about you all night.

I imagine
when you smile,
dimples crease your cheeks
and fireflies appear in your eyes,
but traffic will never stop dead for you.

I imagine you're one-of-a-kind
caught up in a sea of average.

You'll laugh
when fingertips tickle your heels
and your heart
beats just the same as mine
beneath your skin.

You're a writer
or a singer
who hasn't been discovered.

You're a princess
whose bright crown
has yet to be uncovered.

And maybe you have dreams the size of Texas
and maybe,
someday,
I'll admire your life,
but right now,
your eyes are off-screen
and I can't see into your soul
any better
than I can read your hidden mind.