i used to try and work out
when you closed your eyes
your brown, beautiful eyes
whether it was ecstasy
or escapism.
the months have passed
slowly, but i realised
that only the latter
makes perfect sense.
when you cried out
i never believed
it would be your hidden pain
your unspoken terror.
but all those small things,
sideways glances
subtle avoidances,
told me everything.
it's been so long
your face
is inscribed in my mind
no more.
only the flickering,
the god awful flickering
of a computer screen
keeps me warm at night.
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