"Her Eyes Were Also Brown" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"
April 18, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

Courtesy of vi.sualize.us
It was an open house of a new resident in the community.
I sat on point near a corner of the room
a kind of observation post of those coming into the room.
There you stood looking at me from afar.
There was a blackberry in your hand texting someone.
You came and sat next to me.
You asked me if the room seemed warm.
You told me your hands were sweating.
I explained that I got a kind of butterflies when I met new people.
I learned through disciple long ago to overcome being uncomfortable.
Forty years in sales changes many things about an individual.
You could not be more than eighteen
brown hair and the deepest of brown eyes.
You kept looking a me strangely
like you had always knew me.
A memory came to my mind.
It was my childhood bride of eighteen.
You looked very much like her.
Her eyes were also Brown.
I remembered how I felt about her.
I loved her in a special deep way.
There is something about a first love
that always makes it special in memories through life.
I saw her in you
the hair
the eyes
the way you smiled at me.
We talked of college and your first year.
The difficulties you were having with some of your studies.
You said goodby in a formal way and left.
It was like you leaving again.
I think of you often and those early days
in my life that we shared as two lost children together.
There always will be something special about you
and those days in my mind
many years ago.
Take care my love
wherever you may be this day.
Remember that I still think of you
and yes in my way
I still love you.
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