eyes
From across the room
I spot your shining, bright eyes.
And the world brightens.
The first few times it happened I thought it was lightning, or the lights blinking.
But after it kept happening, I figured out the pattern: The whole world lights up when I see your face.
The sky is brighter, the stars are brighter, even the bus tunnel is way less gloomy.
Now that I call it out, I think my outlook is brighter too; I even look forward to Mondays knowing that you are, you.
And what used to really bother me, is just an annoyance now,
and things that were neutral, like the bus stop are somehow less dirty and old.
My sweet source of light, you are my sun and my moon.
When you hold my hand I think I can almost see in the dark.
I don’t recall when the writer of Haiku for Hearts published this on the Seattle Missed Connections but there’s something about it that’s undoubtedly spring-like. It seems a bit easier to fall in love (or at least develop a crush) when the skies are blue and the birds are singing.
