gray eyes

I see your eyes in the rainy days
the cloudy skies
the soft down of the pond ducklings
and in the dirty sidewalk snow

they're everywhere
in the waves that crash across the road and in the wind that carries them to the pavement
I see them in the pavement
they hide in the cold metal rings on my fingers
the cold metal of my old refrigerator 

they saw right through me
seeping ice through my clothes and into my skin
no amount of steaming hot showers will warm me up

they settle in the clouds of bug spray
in the silver wrappers of Hershey kisses
they follow me as if in a painting
in my own pale face after the tan of summer dissipates
behind closed blinds (when sunshine tries to peek through)