My life knowing you

Sometimes I laugh,
Other times I cry,
One thing is for sure,
My eyes are seldom dry!

My eyelashes,
Wet, glistening-black, Venus flytraps,
Cinch down on two more tears,
Forcing them into the lower lids,
Forming torrents of brine,
In the dichotomous tide pools that are my eyes:
Sharing the ebb and flow
Of joy and woe,
Filling and draining,
Over and over,
Over you.