Her eyes captured the essence
of an eyesore
the color, oval in shape,
I can’t decide
through the lens of my mind’s eye,
bleach hides
unwritten memories by a tree
we’d promised to
meet.
I shivered in my coat
but showed up
she didn’t, not at first.
She arrived fashionably late
with the lips of a barbie doll.
Her sunglasses in the night
left me in question;
her pupils dodged inquiries
that cut through the
tension of a Virginia breeze.
The glasses she removed.
I vanished in her forest green
eyes that fed
few lies.
“I love you,” she said.
And I meant it, instead.
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