I asked him why he Loved

me

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.