I thought I'd never write,
but what can you do
when the heart doesn't stop feeling?

This morning I woke up
with my phone in my hand,
your name softly glowing.
I didn't write anything…
or maybe I couldn't;
but you have to know
I was thinking about you.

You're still in me,
in every silence,
in every face I encounter.
Watching people,
I see only us:
what we might have been,
what we never let happen.

And then I think of my favorite thing
the one which never changes—
your eyes.

They told me everything,
Charming in their silence,
wild in their truth.
The way they shifted when you disagreed with me;
the way they seeked me out,
like the world disappeared
until I am found.

I could find them from far away,
even miles away….
the only eyes on that crowded bus,
those eyes that met mine
and would not let me go.

Those eyes I fell for.
Those eyes I fall for, still.

Always,
me.