how i miss your eyes.
the way you look at me
in the soft darkness.
the way you see through
my echoing veils,
to the watch my lungs sigh.
i spend my dreaming
hours holding you.
sometimes,
i am okay.
i am happy in
my own space,
in my own time.
but,
then, oh my love.
how i miss your eyes.
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