THIS IS A POEM WRITTEN BY GLORIA A. GARCHITORENA-GOLOY.
When he walks into the room
the corners of my eyes feed
upon the edges of his image.
The printed page
Is orphaned and stranger breed
a riot in my mind.
Then he walks out. And my doom
begins to grow with speed
of his departure. The mark of age
spreads upon my visage.
There is nothing more to read.
My soul is blind.
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