cataracts

we dated in august -
& by september,
i was engulfed by
your iris island -

i memorized how
the green would line
the gray: they were
a storm in an ocean

but as years went by,
the tears formed cataracts
(and i barely recognized you
as you became a smaller

version who i fell in love with)
the gray in your eyes grew
as the silence and lack of
compromise blinded us