Vaishnavi Neena Varma

Merlot Eyes

On a cold breezy summer morning, you came by to have waffles and lay on the roof with me in the sun. I don’t know if you’re my soulmate or not, but if you’re not, you make me want to not meet them. I love the way you say my name. I love how you stand tall in your baggy jersey. I love looking into your eyes underneath the summer sun. I love just looking into your eyes. I want to be present in that moment – just looking at them. And this is exactly where I want to be. You look back into my eyes. Your gaze as blue as the grapes crushed to make the Merlot in your glass.