Eyes of me

The wind

Whips around in my hair

As I look down

To the last view I’ll ever see.

I notice someone at the bottom.

A girl.

Just like me.

Her thick hair tied up in a short stump.

Like a palm tree.

Her dad is swinging her around

As her mom records.

A memory.

She’ll play it at her wedding.

The girl looks up at me.

Everything I did.

Every time I failed.  

I got back up

For her.

My perfect grades.

My sleepless nights.

My bucketfuls of tears.

But I still got back up.

For her.

Everything.

Just for her to look at me

With those eyes

That used to stare at me

In the mirror.

The eyes that saw me at my lowest.

Yet she still looked at me

With a kind of love

Only I could know.

One more day.

So she can live to see herself graduate.

Maybe she’ll have kids.

Change the world.

As I blackout

I heard her laugh—

That precious laugh—

One

Last

Time.