Whenever I try and picture anyone else’s eyes, I can’t.
Never have been able to, despite my great imagination.
Now hands; hands and nails, I remember.
How someone holds a cigarette, touches their lips, wears their rings, or bites their nails; that’s easy.
Even 25 years later, I can still picture some people’s hands.
But their eyes?
I’m ashamed to say, not even my kids 
The color?
Probably.
Sure.
Maybe?
Recreate in my mind’s eye?
Nope.
Nada.
Zilch.
Your eyes?
I can see them without trying.
I could paint them from memory.
Somehow, this means something.
The known unknown.
From one Pisces fish to you.... 