Chloe's Eyes
By: Grace Chambers
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They reminded me of fawn leaves, in fall.
I grimaced when she ignored the blossom
Of summer that would collect in her curls.
During winter they blackened with dark snow.
By Spring I'd started to wonder what she'd
Seen: Tears of grief? Sorrow? Pain?
In the meadow I find her with a twinge
Of guilt knowing, I could've said farewell
To those orbs of slate before I withdrew.
She gazed at me, confusion clear on her
Mind. I choke on my "I'm sorry" knowing
In reality like a withered file,
She has stored me away with all her dreams.
The rain falls to divert her gaze elsewhere.
Full of culpability, I turn with
My mute questions unanswered and unheard.
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GREY
PoetryColors don't reflect anything but a self of mind and a glimpse of the soul.
