Behind these hazel eyes
are deep pools of memory.
These wells of liquid glass
recall all too well
the tears these eyes have shed.

These eyes remember.

But look long and deep,

long...
and deep...

and you will find no tears for you.

No, the doubt and fear
you see are not your doing.

The tears of grief and sorrow
were not shed for you.

These eyes have wept
no bitterness on your behalf.

They remember frustration and disappointment,
but not because of you.

They have seen anger and regret,
but not by your hand.

There is pain in these eyes, yes.
But you did not plant it there.

These eyes have never cried for you.