E for Eyes

My mother always worried
about my absentmindedness.
About how I walked into a room,
and forgot what I was there for.

How I was always lost in myself,
and wasn’t aware of what was around.
I always laughed it out,
Saying that she worried too much.

How could one get lost
In a familiar place.
Now I know what she meant
When I still get lost in your eyes.

 

Written for the #AtoZChallenge2017

Featured Image Courtesy: Simran Rohra
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