Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
I remember Fragments That stick behind my eyes Like broken glass Sharp and vicious As the day they were made. I see My coffee Going cold Beneath its spiral of froth And your face The absence in your eyes Already thinking of something else. I hear Not looking Eyes…
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