though the blue ice
of your irises
still haunts me
at the most
inconvenient times
i do not long to stare
into them
as i once did
the memory of light
refracting in your blue oceans
have dried up
i no longer feel
like your ocean eyes
will swallow me whole
what ever enchantment
you once had is gone
along with the sound
of your voice
all that is left
is the imperfect memory
of my love for a boy