Murals

His eyes are so beautiful
Like a mural I'd paint on a wall.
They're portals
Gateways
Into uncharted territory
Wild rapids.

His eyes speak to me
In a language I was never supposed
To understand
But taught myself anyway
Through time
And patience
And love.

His eyes show me
His soul in extreme detail
Every emotion
Every thought that I
was never supposed to know.
Every wall
He had no intention of cracking
But what I tore down anyway.

I count down the days
Until he's gone
Out of my life forever.
There's a little note
On my bookshelf
With five simple words
That I'm thirsting to
Give him:

"I love you.
Always have."