I asked him why he Loved
He said my eyes.
My eyes he said.
I don’t know if he really knows
what they look like.
My eyes have been clouded and have rained for years.
The exercise of keeping them open has taken its toll.
The eyes I had before are not the eyes
Of what I have now
He sees something
Else of who I was
And fell in love with the me that I’m still getting to know.