Poetry

My Eyes

My Eyes

As I walk through the branches of trees so high, I think of you and close my
eyes.
It’s been so long since we said goodbye, I sometimes tremble and start to cry.
And just as quickly I find my eyes dry, blinking in the light of the bluest of
skies.

Like a dog that’s been in a lonely fight, limping off alone in the star filled
night.
I’d curl up in a ball and lick my wounds, my woes to howl soulfully at the
moon.

Your face is imprinted upon my mind, every wrinkle and crease, every little
line.
Sometimes, I even see you amongst the stars, I pretend you are there,
suspended in time.

They say that the eyes are the way to one’s soul.
I think they are wrong, at least with me I know,
If you looked in my eyes you would see only a hole, filled up with the tears I
could no longer hold.

As I walk through the branches of trees so high, I think of you and close my
eyes.
It’s been so long since we said goodbye, I sometimes tremble but I won’t cry.

My tears are locked away in my soul for today, waiting for you to come home to
stay.

-Genese


contributed by Genese A Cook [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.