his eyes, his hand

he scribbles
trying to capture a face
trap it 
capture it
enclose it
nose straighter
lips fuller
when he arrives at the eyes
his hand jerking upward to the curve of the forehead
like an arm reaching
reaching for his vision
reaching to tap you on the shoulder
say "hey"
he pauses
the eyes
scribble, rubs
his finger, his pencil are 
one
step back
the endless shuffle
step back, consider
his hand jerks upward to the faded gray eyes
when he finishes
i look
the eyes black
black smudges
holes on the rough white paper