She saw his eyes for the first time
They were only on her, just for her
It was like only her and the eyes left on earth
They were staring, talking even shouting
She freaked out first, then she felt curiosity or interest
to discover the unknown, to know the secret of the eyes
She tried to stare back, sometimes shyness banned her
Then, she learned how to translate their shouting
She believed in them, they told her a lot
They told her about History, Literature and beauty
They taught her how to express without limits, only by eyes
They taught her what sacrifice means
She believed, “Poor those who never had eye contact before,
Poor those who used words to describe”
She felt like home while staring
She felt nostalgia while not
Nothing is banned in eyes dialogs, no sins
Everything is just pure, by eyes
Unfortunately, death was there for him, but was it for his eyes?
There was more than death for the eyes
Man1: “Let his casket open.”
Man2: “Why? he was blind anyway”
She interrupted :”Really?”
Man2: “Yea, he was blind but he had glass eyes”
Man1: “Swear to God, never saw glass eyes like these, they look just like the original ones.”
Man2: “Hey miss, don’t run away the funeral should start anytime now.”
Everything was just fake, she loved the glass, she never loved the human.



