Come to my eyes.

Eyes that won't judge you,
there's nothing to judge.
Eyes that won't forgive you,
for you only hurt yourself.
Eyes that won't pity you,
pity is the worst insult.

Eyes that won't ask,
will give you a draught of oblivion to drink,
and the strength to carry on.

Eyes that will want you to return,
but won't beg.

Eyes that will smile,
and whisper a few inches away from yours.

The eyes of my father.

Mine, now.

Let me mop your tears
for they're mine.
At least, today.

Who knows what life'll bring.