Smudges

by May Haley, Contributor
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we found each other slowly
our desperation almost lazy
the smudges of ourselves
the nearness of our distance
blooming in the quietest way

you dreamt of
rose blushes and spectacles
before we met
and i knew the sadness of your eyes
before i saw you cry

it would not do
to remember your hand in mine
now those brief days of sleepless nights
are gone
i think you left
before you arrived

i miss your birdwing shutter eyelashes
like subsidence inside me
and i am not defined
this separation
has smudged my lines
again

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