Lines of Illusion

When you look upon
some other beauty,
do you still keep such tenderness in your gaze?
...the way you once held it, looking into mine.

With that same gentle touch,
do you with her too—
at the edge of sharp insight...
manage to lose yourself?

Why does your face look so worn?
Why has my absence burned you so today?
Why, forgetting all else, are you lost in search of me?

Do you love me too?