"MISSING: Two Eyes of A Caring Brown"
Said the poster on the light pole in front of my bulding, not is af anyone knew where those eyes were but me. Should I have been more specific?
The city is cold today,
the taxis don't pass,
so I walked to work,
The streets are almost empty,
strange in such a big city.
I hadn't met those eyes, in I'm not sure how long, only that it had been too long. I hadn't met those eyes, and not because they hadn't met me. Sometimes when those eyes had been near they would linger over me, like storm clouds...