I miss you, Dark Eyes.

Everett MA

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Who hurt you so, My dear? Who, long ago When you were very young, Did, said, became, was...something that you did not know Beauty could ever do, say, be, become? - So that your brown eyes filled With tears they never, not to this day, have shed... Not because one more boy stood hurt by life, No: because something deathless had dropped dead - An ugly, an indecent thing to do - So that you stood and stared, with open mouth in which the tongue Froze slowly backward toward its root, As if it would not speak again, too badly stung By memories thick as wasps about a nest invaded To know if or if not you suffered pain. - Edna St. Vincent Millay *** It was clear that you hurt, and hurt terribly. I would have given my left arm to help ease your pain, to help heal. You didn't want that. Eventually, it got to be too much, and I had to let go for my own sake. Though it was necessary to move on, there is always going to be a place for you in my bruised, though not broken heart. I wish you all the best, much happiness. Peace.