her eyes were no different
than the soft
pale glow
of sea glass washed up
on white sand.
soft and kind,
full of promise, catching
the light
of summer sun.
her hand in mine,
as we walked.
and said nothing.
letting the cool waves
roll up
against our feet.
we were never strangers,
but we both knew
we only had one summer
before it would end.
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