Eyes like a sip of hot coffee

I remember his eyes
and feel something.

The center of the universe,
a black hole,
the answer.
the truth,
the lie,
everything,
nothing

looking at me, fully

With his entire soul.
I see my own soul

such a strange feeling.

It might be the dark brown color
that comforts,

A mahogany chair , in a room full of
overly cushioned couches.

Hearty, and timeless.

It might be a figment of my imagination.

His eyes were the
only eyes.

Everyone else becomes a burr.

Unimportant,
Non existent.

It all still remains a mystery to me.

Eyes like a sip of hot coffee.

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