Eyes

Somehow, I failed to look into your eyes, when you were looking into mine. I was too afraid. Too afraid to see what I might see looking back at me. I feared something that did not exist. And because of that, I failed to understand all that was happening around me. I still regret my actions. I blew my chance. And now, I face a mountain so high, I dare not climb it anymore. But somehow, I hear you calling my name from atop those mountains. Are those voices real, or are they just an illusion created by a pair of ears to please what the heart and mind longs to hear?
But when the time comes, my eyes shall meet yours. And perhaps then, will these unanswered questions caese to exist like they always did.