I Remember His Eyes
by Johanna Ocampo
because they were hazel, but when the light reflected just right,
they could appear greenish, brown, or even blue
because they searched and scanned countless times
for Tonight Dough Ice Cream, Takis or Monster
because they close next to mine
when the sun falls and coldness arises
because they are prisms adorned
with vibrant eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara
because they saw the fear, sadness and agony
that would never be spoken of aloud
because they looked for street signs, cars, and shortcuts,Â
only so he could steer his weary soul to me
because he knows listening is not enough
and knows my secrets without words
because they are the moon, full or crescent
each time he screams, laughs, talks or sleeps
because someday i will look at my childrens’ eyes
and see his hazel shine through.