I looked deeply into those pools
Over days,
Over years.
And yet,
I cannot remember his eyes.

I do remember that his eyes are blue.

Countless minutes, seconds, and heartbeats
I looked.
For years I looked.
Thinking I had come home.
Thinking I was known.

Oh, grave
Of thinking.

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