Darling, I'm Sorry

• Abby Mccormick, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2019

You told me,
You desired someone
Who’s brown curly locks would fit neatly between your fingers.
One who’s blushed cheeks were adroitly painted with freckles.
You told me,
You dreamt to look into my deep brown eyes.
Stare as the passionate caramel colour reflected back onto you.
But my eyes were hazel.
And you realised that only too soon.