I saw you sitting on those stairs.

I wanted to go over

But courage wouldn’t let me.

So I turned around and forgot.

Those eyes of gold

that melt frozen souls,

That obsidian hair,

Like a sunflower, always pointing to the sun because you hate the cold.

But I saw you on those stairs

Like a sunflower after a drought

Wilted

Tired

Beat unrelentlessly

by stress, work, and family

I wanted to help but it would hurt both of us more than I could heal

It didn’t help when raindrops fell from those eyes of gold

Those eyes of gold

Made me feel so cold

As I walked away head held low

My brain won’t let me remember your name,

But

When I glance back,

I see you sitting on those stairs.

Smiling from those cold eyes of gold.