If you can look at me and not wonder what I'm up to. Not feel the missing for me. Not immediately reach for your phone and continue the conversation you chose to end. Then I guess this is the end. You're always on my mind. I don't need a photograph on my feed to be wrapped around you. Yet even when I'm thrown into your view, I leave it as fast as a setting sun. And you don't even appreciate the changing colors.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
