flickering open, as wide as
woe, three years past— my
two eyes, orbs of light, water
with tears abundant enough
to rival the pacific; choking
back merciless weeps at this
inevitable, excruciating, scorching
feeling of hollow. that summer
in 2007, if you really
loved me as much as i loved you;
skin against skin, mouth against neck,
that warm summer in 2007—
fluttering eyelashes and fluttering hearts,
if you really loved me,
why did
you leave
me alone?
