tunnel really

the sun was bleeding into the eye. making a mess of black mascara. I looked closely inside a mirror to see if an escape tunnel was for me to escape. I watched for minutes how the lips were burning. eyes always greener when it hurts. and it reminded me of you. and of how we never cried in front of each other. statues. even the cat left, disgusted by that cementness. to kiss and to hug and to pretend and of how it makes me tear when I look at the simplest of photographs. of us humans. of when we are humans. no stage lights. wrinkles of thought and sadness. and of how you are where I am from somehow. and of how you are family like I fucking love you yetstillaboutit