I miss your embrace
the same way the trees miss their leaves

when the long months of winter sweep their bright beautiful colors

onto the frozen earth.

I was once told I have nice eyes, and perhaps that’s true.

Not necessarily because they are pretty, but because through them I’ve seen the night sky filled with stars, the sunset brushing the ocean, and dogs walking in the park.

I’ve seen smiles that warm my whole body, and people I hope to never forget.

I’ve been told I have nice eyes, and just maybe it’s because I’ve been given the opportunity to see nice things through them.