You paint,

Using sky blue,

Making his eyes,

So blue,

That you could,

Drown in them.

Then you look,

At a string of photographs,

Stuck to your corkboard.

Then you paint the girl,

With blue eyes,

And a jean jacket.

And above it,

In gentle strokes,

You paint,

“Will you remember me,

In ten years?”


While you were drowing,

In his eyes,

He was barely swimming,

In yours.



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