Gray
Looking at a half-gray opal
I remembered the beautiful gray eyes
that I saw; it must be twenty years ago…
For a month, we loved each other.
Then he left, I think he went to Smyrna,
to work there, and we never met again.
His gray eyes, if he is still alive, must have turned ugly;
his handsome face must be spoiled.
Oh, memory, please remember them as they were.
And memory, recall all that you can from that lust of mine,
Bring back to me all that you can tonight.
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