honey eyed spiral

Talking over me, always, sticky palms asking everyone to stop.

Found myself again, in the same room, in the same gloom;

Flash of honey eyes, looking further away. Turning around,

I turned back around. Chocolate eyes, almost level with mine.

 

Bonsoir, ola, hello. I bid thee adieu.

One less Pair of eyes to look over mine.

Like a bash of waves against cliff, persistence was her trip.

Bonsoir, ola, hello? Good evening to you too.

 

Almost missed a chance of eyes boring into mine.

Eyes clinging onto every word of speech.

In years, I was speechless. Not, for lack of talking,

But for too much of it.

-maybe a continuation soon?

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