I remember seeing
my first sunset.
My eyes were filled
with color again,
and they were amazed
at the setting sun
and how it always
managed to rise and set
without fail.
The light danced in front of me.
I saw it.
Trust me, my fingers
looked at it for me.
In the past, with our
child-like mentalities,
our eyes were filled with
thought and wonder.
In the present, this world
slowly coaxed the wonder
and color out of our eyes.

I remember my
first goodbye.
In goodbyes,
our eyes flood
as if a dam broke,
letting all of the
**** water in.
In goodbyes,
our eyes lose vision and
our eyes become empty.

Eyes are windows to expression.
When our body and
face say one thing,
our eyes tell otherwise.
But we are blind
to expression.
We are all blind.
It’s as if the world
scooped out our eyes
and threw it in the ocean.
We can only see water and darkness.

Why is there no spark
in your eyes?
I miss the brightness
with which you lived.
Where is your heart?
Why can’t I see it
through these windows?
Touch my heart.
Pierce my chest.
See my heart beating
with your fingertips.
You blind, blind boy,
your eyes have been
replaced by the ocean.

The blind can see
more than us.
The blind don’t have
what we have,
yet they can see
with their fingers and hearts.
Close your eyes and
you’ll see explosions of color.
You see,
there is no darkness without eyes.