They’re windows to the soul.

Your eyes looking up at me

Are burned into the back of my mind

And, God, do I miss those eyes

Those flowery lips, those branching fingers

Your soothing whispers and touches to calm me

Next me, always next to me

But never to hold my hand, or kiss my cheek

Never to say those sweet things that soothe me

Because my heart just beat a little too fast

And your just didn’t move quick enough

So our shoulders will brush and we’ll laugh

And everything will be fine and it’s okay

But right now, this day, this hour, this moment

Thinking about those eyes hurts

Just a little too much


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