The Process

His eyes, a hazel brown

That seemed to light up when I was around.

A smile, a little gap

That it seemed only I could unwrap.

A memory, a small token

Of a first love just awoken.

Her eyes, a cacao brown

That grow deeper when I'm around.

Her smile, a crooked grin

As bewitching as a good girl's sin.

A moment, only pivotal

Of the revival of love and its struggle.

Memories

Old and new

Me and him

Me and you

With the love we had now defiled

In an endless silence, he still smiled

How strange to realize...

It didn't seem to touch his eyes.