the dialated pupils
keyholes to your heart,
but i never looked,
i kept my eyes closed.

slowly batted eyelashes,
soft marks of affection
that i never saw
my eyes were closed.

my eyes are closed
so i never saw
that you had stopped loving
or perhaps never started

i was afraid to look,
afraid to see,
and it left me wanting to view everything
that i had missed, all of it.

how could i be so blind?
so, oblivious?

the colors of sunset
that reflected back on your eyes,
i saw, for the first time.
and the last time.

and now i see everything.