You once told me that the human eye
is god’s 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. 𓁹
How so much of the world passes through the pupil
and still it holds nothing. 𓁹
The 𓁹
alone
eye
in its socket
doesn't even know there’s another one,
just like it,
an inch away,
just as hungry,
as empty. 𓁹
Opening the front door to the first snowfall of my life, 𓁹
you whispered, 𓁹
“Look.” 𓁹