In memory of an eye

 
 
 
Because we know  
how time will pass  
 
as your arms  
wrap themselves  
around another  
kind of human.  
 
 
My only hope
is that you will  
finally see  
 
their eyes  
begin to carve  
themselves in  
a loving way,  
 
your pupils  
exploding  
like every  
dying star  
 
touching
earth in a
familiar  
kiss,  
 
how they  
will resemble  
the shape  
of mine  
 
as the  
rest is  
left to  
rust.