Please don't look
beyond my eyes,
my feelings
are still here
where they were.
Only your lipstick
from my lips
and from my neck
is gone, eroded.
Only the tense
has changed
and the amount of poems
waiting for you,
here, and in my book
where instead of you
only strangers tread,
wondering:
who is this girl
with freckles
and this fool
in love with her?
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