Can You Read My Eyes?

Tell me,
    can you read what's in my eye? 
It's the sorrow of another goodbye.
Mirrored in my iris,
    you're turned away.
If you look back,
    there's much my eye would say.

"Hello again"
      could shimmer with a smile.
And,
      "Wait,
            lets walk together for awhile."

Don't soothe me
      with another date to meet.
The moments of this life
      are
            far too fleet.
The present
      is all I have to offer.
No,
      tomorrow
            is not in my coffers.