Eyes Of My Queen

I hear my name being called out.

And I realize I am still standing there holding the mail.

It still hurts to this day and nothing seems to make sense.

I hear my name called out again and I finally turn around.

There she is, with hazel eyes deep with of concern.

I must of frighten her again.

I hate how this happens.

And she'll never know the true troubles of my heart.

How unsure it is.

How useless it seems to be.

Oh, what a fool I must be.

I can't stop looking right through her.

Like how someone else used to look through me.

As transparent as she seems to be.

I question this luck the world has given me.

Very curious.

Very divine.

It seems I am finally seen through the eyes of my queen.