What Stays In Your Eyes

You never
Said much so it
Must have been your smile
Gravitational force of innocence
That pulled my eyes forward until
All I could see
Was you.

Or it might have been
That hair of yours
A perfect gold looked soft
Yet somehow forbid
My touch
Fell just right so I could still see
Your eyes
Enough to hate what I could see
What will stay in them forever.

Her name inscribed
In beautiful emerald liquid
Used to wonder how it got there
In the first place
Until I flipped back a few pages
And saw who you used to be
So we could both
Smile again.