I saw your eyes
that sunny morning
a generation ago
when revelation came
that you were leaving
made me cry
I panicked that I wouldn't
see you before you left
I wanted to see you
the dirge of loss I sang
at your leaving
burrowed me into my grief
but the world kept spinning
spending itself daily
what you don't know
is how I dissected us after
how angry I was with you
I wanted more
you needed less
and by the way
I didn't take your advice.
*
love,
Eaton
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