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When our eyes met,

Your face blew up,

With surprise and

In the shock, I

Caught a glimpse of something,

Held deeply,

Past.

It was then I knew,

Feelings don’t diminish,

They try in vain to,

Fall from view,

Maybe you saw it

In me,

Too,

Only your drifting gaze,

Led secrets out,

Untold, to sift my memory, anew,

What would we have had,

If we’d had the chance?

How I wish I’d known,

I painted your eyes,

Black.