home Rett—
You don’t see with your eyes—
They’ve already gone
But mine are clear blue
And they see you
There
Hovering, watching
Over me.
Eyes swell and redden,
Tear ducts a flurry of action.
The others stare without seeing,
Disbelieving.
But my eyes are clear blue
And they see you.
Waiting
To take that last breath,
bringing peace.
You don’t see with your eyes—
They are distant,
Hazy
Covered in a film of grey mold.
Eyes can only see what is in front of them…
You see so much farther.