My thoughts are only
of your eyes when
you said you loved me
and I believed you.

I can trace the outline
of your iris in my mind,
piercing blue like static
electricity. As you scuff

your feet across shag
carpet and touch
something metal,
the shock dulling

nerve endings long
enough to forget
how cold the surface
is underneath.

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