Your eyes were brown.
Brown like the rings of coffee left on the kitchen counter,
Because we wanted to keep the marble clean
But couldn’t find the strength to wipe away the one mess we had control over.
Brown like the floors in the living room,
Worn by our feet that twirled in circles
When we still loved each other enough to dance our worries away.
Brown like the butts of so many cigars
That I found half tucked under the bushes in the front yard,
You said you quit,
You promised,
But I guess bad habits and heavy hearts go hand in hand,
And our hearts forgot how to live lightly
When the light started to fade from our eyes.
I had this idea before I met you,
Before I fell for you wholly and completely,
That blue eyes meant danger.
They always looked so cold and menacing,
Like icicles that could hurt you so easily
And not leave a trace.
But you had brown eyes,
And I can hardly breathe through the pain I get when I realize
The only trace of you exists in the rings of coffee left on the kitchen counter,
You know,
The ones we should have just wiped away.