Staring eyes
Red tint and a watery gloss
Their focus never changes
Fluttered blinks
Thumbs rise to wipe the edges
She keeps catching them before they fall
She knows the routine
She hates that she knows
Loneliness
Pain
Loss
Constant struggle
Still she stares
Afraid to turn the page
And
Afraid of being stuck on it
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