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Why do I stare?

Sometimes I
Ask that question myself.

Perhaps I am
Transfixed by something incredible
And no words are
Necessary or sufficient to
Detail what I see.

Perhaps I am
Bored and does it on purpose
To make other people
Uncomfortable under
My glassy gaze.

Perhaps I am
Trying to communicate with your
Mind telepathically.

Perhaps I am
Disillusioned and haven't a care
To look away.

Perhaps no reason.

Perhaps I see
In your eyes what I find
Nowhere else, after
All, you do have
Beautiful eyes.

Whatever my reason, know
This: I stare to see, not to
Look; to observe, not to
demand.

I may be terrible at
Breaking silences, but in those
Silences, I simply sit
Back and stare.