There are moments

I dearly wish to see the eyes

That kept me in comfort.

Those were the eyes I found to be brighter

Than the very sun,

Though, I could see them.

I was not blinded to them,

I was not withheld from looking

Upon the iris, nor the dark pupil.

In these moments,

In the memories

Of how you appeared

To me,

I reawaken my pain.

I reawaken the sting

That burns my chest to a boil,

That releases tears down upon my cheeks,

Like two sparkling streams

Down to my open mouth.

I wish to taste what I have felt,

The bitterness, and the hopes,

The dreams

That are now crushed.