delta of self
and a lot has changed around him
but his eyes are still the same
soft still, bright still, gentle still
still the same quiet green i fell in love with three years ago
and if he looked into my eyes
i wonder what he would say?
i know my eyes are not peaceful
maybe they are a similar green
but they are not calming like his
they are the rolling depths of some angry ocean
a thousand miles from shore
This poem is about:
Me