Believe

look at people
study them
observe

freckles, wrinkles, grey hairs
carefully combed or painted
makeup, layers of it,
whether it's Loreal or thick masks
of pilled on smiles and glazed eyes

look through it,
stare daringly,
until something appears beyond the transformations
applied to ourselves

something may appear,
but don't count on it

look, until the other cannot and does not blink away
until something appears
until the eye's engaged,
beyond it something timid,
timid and naked

No more safety of blinking away,
a connection,
no more blinking disguises

connection is made
is it made?
you question it, question yourself and the other

fleeting
you feel it, fully, and it's gone
so you pragmatically asign it
to imagination

it's gone, after a day or a year,
but it is
why?
you mourn it,
you kick and scream like a temperamental child
or hide away, shutting everything out

and when it's done, gone,
so completely that you wonder
about your judgement

when it's gone
believe
there it was there
truly and really
for some time it was there,
time is irrelevant

believe in it
like a child in Santa Claus

undoubting, unwavering faith
that something is real,
was or is -
the tense is irrelevant,
like wordplay

doesn't change a thing

no analysis, no judgement, no second thought
let it run through you, whatever moment
you may have felt,
wash you free of cinicism
and of the fear
of being naive

no one is here to judge you for that
no one in the world cares

how you are, what and why you are
no one has the time to

so admit it, that you like being hopeful to a folly
and blissfully blind
that you will persist
and believe each time
you feel something