Hazel Brown Eyes

All I see are hazel brown eyes. 

I see the eyes of a new father. 

There was a way they scrunched,

accompanied by a smile on his mouth.

I see the way they lit up when I clung to his leg. 

“Again!” I begged. 

His hazel eyes rolled slightly in their sockets-

but that smile never went away. 

He dragged his feet, and myself,

across the cold floor. 

Small skids echoed from the hardwood,

small squeals of joy flooded my mouth. 

He laughed quietly at his little girl. 

His eyes were never brighter. 

All I see are hazel brown eyes. 

I see the eyes of a man torn down. 

He walked into the door,

leaving flakes of snow on his shoes. 

She ran into his arms,

and he just shrugged. 

“I don’t know what happened,”

he said quietly,

“I guess they just didn’t want me anymore.” 

I sat in silence, not really knowing what was going on.

My fingers twiddled in one another. 

He couldn’t cry, because he said he forgot how. 

His eyes seemed somewhat darker. 

All I see are hazel brown eyes. 

I see the eyes of a man who wants to come home. 

They were pixilated, sure. 

He didn’t smile this time. I didn’t blame him. 

His voice was colder than before,

but maybe it was just the speakers. 

“I miss you,” he said, quietly. 

“I miss you too,” I whispered. 

I fumbled for the perfect words. 

What words were worthy of being heard 8,000 miles away? 

He didn’t even say goodbye this time. 

He nodded, looked down, and left. 

My screen went black. 

His eyes were never darker. 

Reviews

[Shhhh]

Amazing! I loved how each stanza shows the progression of the father's emotional deterioration. The words are simple, concise, yet deliver a strong impact on this poem. I also liked the repetition of the first two lines and once again, the change they present of the father and his emotions. Keep on writing!