His Eyes

His eyes, I'd watch them sleep at night,
And when the morning followed
I'd kiss them awake in the light.

His eyes would read into my soul,
And maybe I let them wonder too deep,
As now he is gone and nothing remains,
But the feeling of wanting, his eyes I need.

Now moments, those that once were ours
Are vague, misty memories in my mind,
As it was him I wanted, he was mine
But there is nothingness in his eyes that I now find.

One moment he is there and I wonder why,
When I know that moment stays not in his mind,
So then is it me? Do I hold on to him?
Knowing that nothing remains of us to find.

He knew me, my mind, body and soul,
And his eyes, I'd watch as into these they would go,
And now he is gone and I long for his eyes
As loneliness approaches and I wonder why.

Now he is gone, with all of me,
Piece by piece, his eyes they saddened me,
And I don't want them any longer as they aren't mine,
And yet I cant forget their warmth,
As they remain in my mind.

He goes, but keeps returning to look into me,
And even though I love him
My eyes are not in love with him it seems.
So then I don't hold on, and I slowly let go
But his eyes I still need as they hold my soul.
And as much as I want to
I can't look away,
Because I still need him to watch me
So my hurt can go away.

So then, I loved his eyes,
Once they were mine,
But now the love is gone
And piece by piece, it's only emptiness in his eyes,
That emptiness that now is mine.