“The sparkle in your eyes
resembles the geometry of marbles
like there is a separate universe
inside the eyes.”
He said:
“What sparkle are you talking about,
I have been wearing
the same necklace
for five years
and it is silver.”
“Gold is expensive
my dear
We have to save money
to afford it.”
And she stood there,
thinking
“Oh poor him
he had never seen a diamond in his life.”
Then the tears rolled from her eyes
down her cheeks
onto the piece of paper
where this poem was written
plop
plop
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