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Meeting Your Eyes

I am afraid
to look into your eyes;
afraid that I will
discover exactly what
you stole
from me.

I did not want
this separation;
this searing,

and angry,
molten lava runs
riot through my veins
each time

I hear
your tomb stone
(After all this empty space,
and still no

You shake your head;
you do not know
where the years have gone

And if I look up,
just for a second,
into the grey north sea
of your eyes,

I will find
that you never knew
the crystal damage
done to a clock

from its casing.


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