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  • Keara Shea


You see the man that you

are in love with

and your eyes lock.

His whiskey browns

fill you

and mix with your

lilac blues,

creating the

perfect color.

Through his pupils

you hear him


I love you

for the first time.

You feel the diamond he

so carefully places

on your finger.

You smell the pancakes he

makes for the kids before school.

In that moment,

everything has

fallen into place,

until you blink your eyes

and look at him again

where he waves to you

before turning

and locking hands with

someone who isn’t you,

where you are reminded that now

is not your time.

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