I still
sing your name
at night
but somewhere
in between screams of hysteria
and ecstasy
I discovered
they never have your eyes
because your eyes grew up
in a location
that couldn't afford
the luxury of things like remorse,
and they shoot
apologetic glances at me shyly
as if
the only exchangeable item
in the refund line were
emotions too expensive for your tastes
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