The brown eye side of her,
Beautiful lovely irresistible needing to be heard
needing to vent.
I was too exhausted and to off-balance to give it to her then.
The gray eye side of her would call me later that week, apologizing and thanking me for being, and appreciation for my presence of being.
The ethereal side of her which is so empathetic caring, attuned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem