There is no blue left in your eyes
The space between us shrank like your irises
When I was once miraculous
Held so high, I was afraid
All the sharp things …
And I lost my faith
Broke what I gave
There is no blue left in your eyes
I lost it all, and now they will not rise
To meet mine.
I could say sorry a thousand times
Still leave you unsatisfied
Still leave me crying
Still leave me crying
There is no blue there in his eyes
Lovely man though he is.
I try so hard not to compare,
But still how strange to search my lover’s face
And fail to find you there.
Still how strange to search my lover’s face
And fail to find you there.
©2016 Heather Aubrey Lloyd
Appears on: A Gift For Saint Cecilia
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