Brown eyed boy

Mr. Brown eyes,
Why did you go?
Where to?
I keep hoping one morning you'll call from outside my door.
Still in sleep and too happy too sudden,
I'd make clumsily for the door.
Mr. Brown eyes
Of the pure, charmed smiles.
Of enchanted voice and ways of saying hello.
Of naughty winks and bitten smiles.
Of "cood cood" and all things "colloquial".

My Mr. brown eyes
Look at me
Come back now, this distance
Gives me a falling feeling;
feeling that makes me silly sick,
makes me count the stars at night on the ceiling.
Makes me find your hand in my pocket. Smell and feel and just study the lines. Consume whole the texture of your rough man hands.

Dear Mr. Brown eyes,
I didn't sign up for this distance.
This distance between eyes; yours and mine, yours and yours, mine and mine.
Distance from which these honey lined teardrops fall into the bosom of tomorrow.
Distance between dream and reality.
Take my hand.
So close.