Brown Eyes

I never knew how much I loved him until I has to leave him
The pain of our parting lingered in his eyes
God how they're beautiful
Eyes that are brown and never judging; dreamy and forever honest
He knew the exact thing to do when tears fleed from my own eyes
His hand smelled like smoke but it was a smell that was mixed with love as he wiped the tears from my face
I knew he wanted to cry; I felt it the way his heartrate accelerated like mine
In that moment our hearts were beating in a symmetrical rythym, but he held me instead of crying
His small body became a temple of comfort in which anytime I needed refuge, he would be there to offer me shelter
I will always remember the brown eyes that taught me how wonderful of a person you was
Thank you for telling me that I was a picture of success that he himself wanted to paint
Those brown eyes looks up to me
And those brown eyes taught me to trust again
If not in anybody else in those big, brown eyes