Apathetic Eyes

How does it feel, love? (Can I call you that?) Your once brown eyes, so distant Cold and apathetic I don’t understand, this flow of plundering silence, between us, (What changed?) Where did you go? Your heart, is all locked up in fragments, I don’t seem to understand, how parched your field of mind is (help) All I’m asking, love, What is the password to your heart? How do I get in, now, that you’ve pushed me away? How do I talk, now that there’s an indescribable silence, a void, an enigma of coalitions, your face, a piece I can’t comprehend, your mind, I don’t recognize, it’s quite complex, it’s far from reality, yet so down to earth, Ah, paradox? You called me that so many times. I am but a paradox. You’ve become one too. It is like the poets say, We end up mirroring those we love, Maybe… Maybe… You ended up an amalgamation of my mistakes, like the ones I’ve done over and over again And I’m sorry, mi amor, But again, I only need the password to your heart, Then maybe, just maybe. I can figure this all out. (I say this, as I lay in front of your grave Let me move on, love I’m tired.)