that winter was cruel she took the light from your eyes
every morning i would shiver
when you entered the room
when spring bloomed tears spilled so plentifully i took you to the orchard and you were so pale i held your hand we gathered colourful fruits
longing for that effortless vibrancy
reminiscent of your eyes all those months ago
i watched you silently hugging the basket of fruit close to me i told you i loved you and all at once spring became summer as the sunshine returned to your sweet eyes
the next day we had breakfast together and you told me to stop talking because i was making you laugh while you were eating
the juice from the orange slices dripping down your chin was the same colour as the leaves which fell
from the trees that autumn
i wanted to tell you but maybe you wouldn’t remember after all, you didn’t see the smile on your face
such a pretty smile that day when you were just so giddy i’ve never seen orange the same way
Eileen is a U1 student majoring in English literature. She enjoys listening to Matt Maltese, rewatching Glee, and eating pretzels.
Image by Jill Burrow.