I am looking at the eye
At the space where the eye is meant to be.
It is blank. Dead.
Like an abandoned place.
Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t wink at me
Like it used to do.
No flashing-green come-on.
It has been swallowed by a black hole
It isn’t as though we just met.
Why doesn’t she text, or phone?
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