Soul Eyes

There's so many different types of eyes.

You've got eyes like dark blue, ocean eyes that stare, begging for us to play kitty cats like we used to.

You've got icy blue gazes like glaciers in my grief through daily storms.

You've got gray knowing eyes that match your hair and expose your time here on Earth, and it all showers over me like a cold compress to a headache that lasts all day.

Sweet brown eyes, like almonds I consume when I'm desperate to not pass out at 10:30, and you place your hand supine on the table, asking for some even though your eyes make up for them.

You've got extravagant emerald eyes that guide me through the wildflower fields of my troubles and hug me every moment I must tremble.

As for me? I've got these hazel orbs that lock in on all these intricate patterns that knock me to my knees and kick dirt into my mouth.