eyes

by Louise Kim

the best gift i ever received

were your eyes.

glowing, gleaming orbs of endless possibility

it’s like those eyes were meant for me

like grey charcoal - burning in a fire,

lit up with passionate sparks

the kind us humans can only imagine.

the calmness of a lake,

with the temper of a storm,

you were all the natural disasters.

shining in the dark

aligned planets - two plutos orbiting each other - with the moon,

they were mine and only mine

until the sun arose

and then those eyes closed

and left me needing more.

how i found those eyes,

and why i followed them, i’ll

never know.