It is strange how looking at an image of you
from so long since last looking into your eyes,
That I can still remember every breath caught
every moment of each second lived
in every silver touch standing in your eyes,
where it was like being seen for the first time,
until you saw too much and too deep and too fast
and then you blinked and I was gone.
Removed from your thoughts and from your life and from your love
which moved on to another, more worthy,
upon whom you can look longer, stand taller, gaze deeper
than I can ever hope to achieve to be.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
It is strange how looking at an image of you
from so long since last looking into your eyes,
That I can still remember every breath caught
every moment of each second lived
in every silver touch standing in your eyes,
where it was like being seen for the first time,
until you saw too much and too deep and too fast
and then you blinked and I was gone.
Removed from your thoughts and from your life and from your love
which moved on to another, more worthy,
upon whom you can look longer, stand taller, gaze deeper
than I can ever hope to achieve to be.
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