“What if…”
What if you never open your eyes again? Never again hold mine through a glance; a raised brow.
“Oh man, what am I talking about?”
Those gentle blue eyes that shine with compassion for the mother who lost her son.
“What am I talking about?”
Eyes that hood with fatigue, squint in the sun; glint with triumph in victory.
Eyes that pin me when you
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