glassyhope

the eyes lived
though they were glassy and lifeless
they lived and they talked to me
they told me their story in a half-second
the eyes lived

i passed them on the street
i stopped and i touched them
i decided they were worthy
i allowed them to enter me
i passed them in a dream
i passed them on the street

i questioned the eyes and they questioned me
they pierced my heart they longed for me
i begged them to hold on to me
they begged me to catch them
but they tumbled into the darkness

i deemed them worthy of my time
i was their final sight
the eyes lived, and hoped, in their last seconds
before he died