When I looked at you,

When I looked at you,

I beheld something

in your eye

that I had not seen previously.

I could not discern

what it was, exactly.

But it made me look again.

I had never seen

you this way

in all fourteen years

of friendship.

We had been

through everything,

or so I thought…

Was it anguish? Resentment?

Sorrow? Impatience?

Or was what I saw

a look of determination?

Had you a goal in mind?

But that did not seem like you…

Perhaps you grew up,

when I was not looking.