There is green now in your eyes
Where once was red and gold,
Like the color of fallen oak leaves
Or the needles of last year’s pines.
And they are guarded as I watch
You watching me now, with your
New, spring-touched vision, and
I wonder: on what are you gazing?
Have you taken up wandering
In memory, or do you dream
Of the boundless visions that
Your tomorrows are bringing?
I miss your open laughter, and
The glad way you used to see me.
It hurts me most to think that
I am diminished now in your eyes.