Green Eyes

You became anxious, because you are afraid that you will begin to love me more. I can see the cigarette smoke leave your lips, before you step in the next room to light it. 

You begin telling me of childhood happenings, because I am interested, and you are feeling comfortable again.

The slate-gray color of your shirt brings out the green inside of your hazel eyes.

I can not tell if your hair grows fast, or if we have not encountered each other in centuries.

I think we keep revisiting the past because we do not want the present, or future to end.

I am happy that our faces are not red anymore, and our smiles give us a short, subtle, emotional release


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