Hope

I am inching my way over frozen ice, alone
But I am warmed by the unknown eyes I will wait for at home.

More brown than green, and more hazel than that.
Perhaps his pupils are blue, and not black
How could I know? I have not met them--
My gaze is flat.
I will smile to his face, laugh to the voice--
And not look back.

Best friend, I choose to see
Happy for his relationship (in all sincerity!)
As we talk with and without laughter
With and without love
Always with undenied jealousy.

My dreams are my own, only acknowledged in the night.
I love what I have and learn what I can
Finally, a friend without a fight
A face, a mind to admire-- and no plans.

But a secret part of me sighs and smiles
To looks into those eyes and know their color for a while.