Your Eyes

I think of that day so long ago,

when my eyes first became acquainted with yours.

You looked away when I couldn't bring myself to.

I should've known then

that you would become a regret,

But I didn't.

So I waited for your eyes

to reach mine once more.

While we laughed

and lived

and learned what love was.

While you told me THIS was special

and promised me the rest of your life.

While you learned of my broken pieces

and swore to fit them back together

While I watched your eyes...

while I watched them grow colder as the winter months blew in.

And then, in my doorway,

I looked at them one last time

through the tears as you were leaving,

Holding your things

while I was barely holding myself together.

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