An Old Poem

I thought I’d do something a little different today. Recently I was cleaning out my room when I found a poem I had written almost a year ago. I’d like to share it with you, I hope you enjoy it.

The eyes, they say, are the gateway to the soul.

They are the beholders of our greatest virtues and darkest demons.

They reveal so much, but say so little.

I wish I could’ve read her eyes…

The hazel darkness that illuminated my being.

Where are they now?

Do they look to another, as they did to me?

Do they think this of me?

Why do I continue to quarrel on affairs of time gone past?

I miss those eyes, yet I do not want them back.

They were never mine,

Yet the look they gave made the rest of life collapse into them

To the next keeper of the gaze I say this:

“Those eyes are unlike any other,

they help complete you.

So, enjoy completion whilst it lasts”

– A Fading Memory

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