Is your depth perception skewed?

I wonder as I’m just looking at you.

This being one of my first glances and thoughts.

Maybe it’s just completely shot.

You see the surface and are aware.

Yet to you that’s all that’s really there.

The chest at the middle of the maze,

is something you search for many days.

Perhaps you lack intuition.

Or is my pessimism just a condition,

you wouldn’t want to heal.

Your body can’t tell me how you feel.

When will this ice between us break.

The frost hiding what makes us ache.

I’m ready for it to melt.

And become the Eleanor to your Roosevelt.

Are your pupils even that sharp?

To see me in this solidified water with the carps.