The eyes are the greediest of the body.
The legs run to bring the eyes to see new things,
The heart pumps that the eyes may live to see another day.

The eyes, his, and all their organs search for her eyes and serve her constantly.
His hands work to bring music to her ears,
Sweets for her tongue,
All for a twinkle in her eye.

When his eyes saw hers catch the glisten of a tear,
His mind raced for an answer,
His arms drew her closer,
But alas: the tear was for him,
As her mouth told him that her heart was another’s.

And at that Truth,
While his heart dropped,
And his hands fell,
It was only after his eyes had clearly seen her leave,
That they blurred with tears.


Perhaps, the eyes are not the window to the soul, but, rather, the soul itself.
Through his eyes, he had seen all,
And because of what he had seen,
He was who he was.
And when those eyes blurred and crumpled and crumpled as his soul,
His body fell too –
Waiting for the eyes to see something new.