Things never went smoothly
That stabbing in my chest
couldn’t go away darling
not at any cost
Every single time
I closed my eyes
I still saw those olive ones
could pinpoint every single speckle
beige or chartreuse
Those irises flickered
as much as your blues
I could locate
every pad
of her fingertip
ghosting
searing
Itself across my body
It was as if
she were always there taunting me
Éloa 
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