Sunbeams on The Forest Floor

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I remember this moment like it was yesterday, that magic moment where we brushed hands in the café, when I accidentally spilled your coffee, knocking into your broad shoulders. The downtrodden gaze you gave me when you reached out for your cup and I reached for it too, seeing you for the first time brought a shiver up my spine. Your hands were sparsely decorated with black hair, calloused, the hands of a hard worker. But it was your eyes, that drowned me, that made me yearn for your embrace, despite only knowing you for the first time. Your eyes were brown with golden flecks in them, like wood against sunbeams in the forest. I wished I knew how much pain was in them, I wish I knew how much your eyes held the pain you kept back, that you drowned in art, boys and vodka. I wish I got to save you, before you left forever. Now, I visit your grave every day, the man I wished I knew more, the man who stole my heart, and kept it to the grave. My beautiful angel man, whose eyes are like brown sunbeams.