Look up at the sky,

See the frame and the heaven:

Are you not amazed?

Do you look, truly?

Or do your eyes purblind see

Only things that are past?

I saw your eyes once:

They burned themselves apart.

Those eyes once were mine.

So look to the skies,

Friend, that you may keep yourself

And win those eyes back.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My first haiku dramatic monologue... it's probly too vague to work all that well.

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