You have ghosts in your eyes. I see them paint your insides in dark shades like the color I wore to your mothers funeral. You’ve got miles on this world and I think you’ve lived for many lifetimes. Your gaze can cure. And I don’t know how to explain that without turning into sunshine, but I will try: you pierce a soul and when you sink into it, it’s with you forever. Like the burying of bodies that we know won’t breath again, but you give this life a chance to save us. Hold us. Be us. Need us. Greet us in every way possible. I’m unfolding in the name you gave me- you call me sunshine. You call me many things, but this one sticks with me like the gaze. You’re holy. You’re unbroken from breaking and rebuilding the broken pieces you sewed back together so well. I want the rest of the world to follow- I think we can if we try. Look at you through any lens and I’ll always see clear as long as you’re staring back. You carry. You carry. You carry. That’s why the past is lonely- you have ghosts in your eyes.