Pools of cerulean
stared back at me
as the smirk on
your pink, full lips
widened in triumph.
It only happened
because I had turned
and rolled my forest like
eyes when you shushed
us, though the mirth was clear.
Teasing you was something
I had never quite known how
to do before that day. You were
never someone who seemed to
like my company, much less my jokes.
I wonder now, as the memory tumbles
around in my thoughts, how are you doing.
Are you okay, my friend? Has your mind
forgotten me already? Or do you, as I have,
recall that day when your ocean eyes met mine?