The Eyes

Those eyes—the first time they looked at me—a single glance, and I was undone. As if I had been waiting my whole life for that moment to be seen. I felt naked in front of that gaze, like a reflection of my soul. I remember laughing—we'd laugh until we cried. And when I needed you most—one look would say more than a single word. Those eyes—they lit up my heart when you found me, a warmth, an invitation home.

Now those same eyes light up. Bright, animated, alive… The way they once did, for me. I watch as they sparkle in conversation with others, with strangers, with anyone—but what about me? You look right through me. The light is still there, but not for me. Not anymore.

I know it's time. We both do. But neither one of us wants to be the first to look away, separated by a river of memories and fading hope. I don't want to. I know it's time.

Say something. Anything. Fight for this—for us... You can wipe these tears from my eyes and tell me this isn't goodbye. Tell me I'm wrong, that we can fix this—that there's still time. Tell me those eyes can find their way back to mine...

I stand here this evening, and the silence is deafening—my breath held, like tears forever waiting to fall. Staring out the door—I realize I'm giving up. I... I need more...

Say something—before I look away...