mona lisa

you're like her, far from me
through dangerous glass that i don’t trust
to not fog up with my soft breathing
and anything you say today
sounds like a heavy heartbeat
a little too rabbit-like to be catching
but the fog helped.

you’re just like her, i can’t seem
to understand the sight or take in
every facet of your form or
countenance and maybe
i won't ever, without leaving fingerprints
on your face and learning
what you are smiling about today
(or forgetting to) but
no matter if you do or not, mine
won't go away.