Her pupils set me

Back a lifetime,

Damn those eyes,

I’ve spent my days building

Dams to dry the river flow

When she cries,

I should have seen the signs

When she couldn’t look

Me into the windows

Of my soul,

Now we’re both sitting

Here with anemic hearts

Pumping in the cold,

As I glance into her moons

That blink ever so slow,

I find myself back in a trance

Trapped with nowhere to go

– Nick F. Hawkins