i miss her eyes

i miss her eyes. eyes full of wonder.

large, brown and endless, that would sparkle with curiosity,

radiate with joy and unconditional love.

those eyes saw the beauty in grotesque, the purity in tainted.

they saw beyond her years unknown, but dreamt.

dreamt of discovery, of time unraveled.

those eyes, the gatekeeper of a soul unbroken,

intertwined with faith,  immortal.

a captured glimpse of my reflection,

she whispers, “i am here. see me. miss you no more.”