Pupils in Reflection

My Broken Heart

I can’t see clearly;

it hurts to keep my eyes open

to the truth of this pain.


I was once wide-eyed-

black core swelled

in hazel eyes.


Your face reflected

in flecks of hope,

rimmed by wishful thinking.  


But now pupils dilate

at the absence of light,

eyelids shut to seal darkness.

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