The Day I Met You

  Our eyes connected, but I couldn't feel them. 
    Even the tree that stood close held more sentient than your faceless wounds - you knocked.
  The hollow sound was as empty as your eyes.
 The dark sap spilled from your cracks
    Chipping by chipping, you fell apart into detail.
Slowly you become hoarse, but never old.
  Your face, barren of want or intention, unlike all.
   Wounds splintered open with cries.
 Cold whirling howls cut and cut:
Cutting into the wind flow,
Circling the darkness,
Trapping all-stars,
  Disrupting the settlement.
   Though they were beautiful, they weren't human.
 The roots came around and sunk -
  Sunk into the abysses of eternal homely depth,
That was left open on your face.
   Where emotions were left to rot (if any existed)
  Without a purpose or meaning.
    Your eyes were unsolvable black suns;
 Setting into a scab that you'll scratch artlessly.
And though they would not bleed, they'd ooze.
 Ooze out anything that'd qualify your humanity.
  Leaving none for the actual human eye.
 Petrified in pain of uncertainty gaped and gasped.
    With lifeless brown eyes, you held a child's smile that curved your eyes and features.
  Meaningless and incomprehensible.
That was your face the day I met you.