Shame

It’s a shame

the potential,

the argument,

the golden rims on your eyes.

It’s a shame,

the eye contact,

smiles

and quick glances.

It’s a shame,

the memories,

creeping in,

creeping out.

It’s a shame,

the orange,

the butter

and the after effects.

It’s a shame,

that I let it all

inside of my head.

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