Eyes

I look left, and to the right.

You’re nowhere to be found.

I look up and even under a chair.

Just lonelines,
enough to go around.

On this cool city night,
I must sleep without.

But when I close these
sometimes over tired eyes,
I can see another pair
staring right back at me.

Can’t say I know them,
but I feel their care for me.

Every time I see them
it feels better to be,
my only companion
to always walk with me.