it started with tea and amber eyes.

we watched as the rain fell, pattering against the window as the trees swayed under the direction of the wind.

just relaxing together against the pillows and breathing in chai and petrichor in kind.

they didn’t speak my words, nor i theirs.  

but for a while, we were happy.

when they left, I didn’t cry.

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it started with a bus and eyes like whiskey.

we cuddled on the drive while watching the antics of our friends, laughing as they teased us.

just enjoying each others presence and smiling together.

we knew we spoke different words, but that was fine.

they found someone else's words to breathe.  

they had their sky and engines.
i had my books and stars.

we parted as friends, having beautifully, briefly, shared a world.

you cannot grieve what you did not cherish, and my eyes stayed dry.

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it­ started with music and eyes like the sea when it's clear.

we talked til we were hoarse and learned about our hopes and dreams, the things we love.

just learned and learned until we couldn’t hold anymore in our heads.

i spoke their words and they spoke mine.

but our dialects were different, and the accents of our thoughts made it difficult to understand.

in the end, the language barrier was too much, and we could no longer talk.

this time the tears fell, this time it hurt.

but eventually, peaceably, the heart moved on.