The look in someone's eyes
Is sometimes all you remember.
You can try so hard, in the moment,
Memorizing every cowlick of their hair
Every freckle and zit
The curvature of the nose
The shade and thickness of the lips
The tone of their voice,
The pause before their punchline...
But days, months, years later
The clearest morsel of your memory
Is not of them, per se,
But of the look in their eyes.
What stays with you is what lies in the windows to their soul.
