His eyes looked like apples to me.
You know, the kind of eyes you get lost in. He always looked at me, so soft and careful.
One day-it was a warm july- he cried. His apple-green eyes cried the hell out of his beautiful presence.
I asked him why he cried as the sun smiled down on us.
He looked at me and I immediately forgot how to breathe. He reminded me that I had to keep on breathing if I wanted to follow my path. He didn't force me. He made me force myself to breathe.
Minutes went by.
Butterflies flew.
"I have stage 4 cancer, love.
1 week and I'll be gone."
I could not hear a thing anymore.
My mind drove so far away.
Those apple-green eyes are the ones I still search for in a crowded room.
YOU ARE READING
Veganism personalised
Poetryin which veganism is a person right in front of me. >>"Hello, my love", I whispered. His smile tastes like mango, not fully ripe.<<
