primed.

eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching
for anything that remotely
belongs to you.

i’ll see yellow and think of you,
even if the only reason is
because i gazed at you
and was reminded of the sun.

i’ll see begonias drooping
over baskets, and i'll think
of how your words linger
in my mind, long after
you’ve spoken.

i only see you.

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another napowrimo poem.