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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required HER EYES IN YOUR EYES She carried another life inside her, hidden like a river beneath the ground, she never showed her pain — her face was a wall, silent and holy; nothing could be read on that face of amber and cold ash — my consciousness is searching for her still, through every night that passes. Young and wild — she left one evening and never came back, the road swallowed her the way the sea swallows a shore of sand, wrung dry; twenty years in their flower — a corolla torn before it could come whole — and no one asked anything, and no one came looking for her again. She never complained — and her silence was heavier than a mountain, once she opened her mouth to say something — and it was the last time — a bridge broken between what was and what might have been — a wound with no face — and the world moved on, indifferent, like wind through sand. When I see your eyes, hers come to me like two extinguished stars, and the blood freezes in my veins at the thought of the same doors left open; I do not want her pain to touch you ever, not even with a shadow — I would hold you in my palms like a candle lit on the darkest evening. What would a father do to the man who shattered his only world? There is nothing I would not do, if your life stood on a bridge of steam; I could not save her — my hands came back empty out of the wind — but you I will not let slip through my fingers into the ground. Her eyes look at me out of your eyes as out of a well with no bottom, and in every look of yours I bury her again and hide her once more; she carried another life inside her — and no one saw, and no one asked — and I hold her hand, until even the night will be a clean beginning.
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