Eyes

Of all the things, I mostly remember your eyes, like an endless abyss, where I drowned, and never wished to be saved. Your curly, lil thin hair, wasnt chaos, but a tender place, where my hands longed to rest. your smile with those eyes you make, still lingers like an unfinished song, I adored it then, I miss it now. The way you make your voice on certain words, a melody to my ears I know, I longed for them always, and I still do.