It’s strange

Yet comforting

How your eyes don’t move me

The way they use to

They are beautiful

And empty

Small brown puddles

Encapsulated in a bright sea

You may speak with kindness

But your heart doesn’t long for me

It is open and ready to take a chance

I think of you

Subtle expressions caught in a second glance

Nevertheless, your eyes don’t move me

The way they use to



Love always, Esha