eyes wide shut, not open

between your glaze and goings,
you here but some other place;
I thought what was not true, was.

Between your flights and landings,
no doubt some things were, oh, so true;
eyes wide shut vision broken,
closed eyes see only askew.

between these lines are the moments,
when one and one was not two;
because there was no balance,
 your here being somewhere else.
because between the lines was you hiding,
oh, in the space between.