Rubbed Out

And all of this time I hid behind your beautiful brown eyes. The way they drew me in soft brown. I found no place safer. Protected in a memory of lashes. Delicately drawn, My new favorite color. I no longer saw in black and white, deep shades of gray. What I found was a blanket drenched in warmth. A warmth I longed to be apart of. Colored in brown I laid still. Hoping that you wouldn't notice in fear of being rubbed out. In fear that you question how I got there and you'd rinse me out, your eyes once again clear. Rid of the nuance that blocked your view of everything else. The one thing that would never leave your eye. The memories shared between you & I