Our eyes once locked.
Our foreheads touching.
A moment more than time.
We once held each others gaze.
With no speech needed.
Now I can't even get you to look at me.
And when I look, all I see is what I wants us to be.
And when you look you wont even turn to me.
Luke, just let it be.
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A refined poetic imagination, Luke Curcio. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.