someday on sunday

My ears were pointed towards the front of the room
and my heart was pinned to the deep
blue laughing eyes peering over the top of
your mother-shoulder.
In those single points
my eyes were opened to
all colors of emotion
happy, silly, sadness, and anguish
jealousy, bitterness,
and then again
joy for the life that is you.
I wonder at that endlessness.
Your life, first spoken loudly and declared
and then ebbed up and down until
you are barely heard.
Reduced to a wrinklier state of your beginnings.
You end.