Your Eyes

I remember those blue-green pools,
So fierce, yet tranquil,
Perfect for drowning,
A smile forever on the lips.

In these depths,
Words were not needed,
A thought, a feeling,
So easily read and absorbed.

I remember the day I saw nothing,
No dark, no light,
Just an abyss of emptiness,
No words were needed then either.

They still haunt me,
Your eyes,
Those ghostly pools that held everything,
Then nothing.

I wonder if you have seen that emptiness,
If those eyes still haunt you,
If the colour lay as vibrant in your memories,
As it does mine.