I Miss You

Why do these eyes still see? Might they not be such disappointment? In this reflection bound to reflections deep, I stare into a void, might another fire again burn and spark the vigor of my soul? Or would it fall and smoke, as i choke it out, on the counterfeit conceptions i seek to hold? Was this trick a trick for me? Will i die before our eyes next meet? And would it be ok? Ive met no eyes that sooth me so, Let me die and let them go.