Eyes

The eyes have me.

I guess I’ve always known.

I can’t replace the man with the green eyes

Eyes that once beckoned me with promises of home

I can not simply replace him, filling the vacancy with some stand in

My heart will not stand for the self deception

My head may create illusionary shrouds to mask would be suitors

Yet my eyes search those approaching and find no promise of home within eyes whatever color they maybe.

So I will have to find a different love

An emotion named the same but taste, scent, looking different.

Eyes that may not contain the fields I grew up in but holding some thing else.

Maybe lake blue like the water in which I learned to swim.

Or Brown, a warm tree tone brings back thoughts of the forests I explored.

I will search the eyes of those I meet and find one that holds me.