Loving Eyes

When I look into her eyes, the voices quiet down.

It is the only time I am present.

When I hold her, the world doesn’t matter.

I don’t matter.

That’s what loving eyes do.

They make me forget, forget about remembering.

The troubles start then.

And only grow worse with the stories I play and replay.

The colors stand out.

The wind smells like a crackling fire.

The sky envelops us, and the world is ours.

I wish my eyes could be less clouded like hers.

I can’t see myself in them these days.

But that’s okay.

When I look into hers, I am reborn.

I get another chance.

And that’s all I need.