The Eyes I Want To Forget

From beneath the patina of the rusted times on the surface of the marooned mind I uncover a buried pathway in the dusty memory on which the tormented thoughts travel backward to the deserted room, its peeling walls pasted with pieces of frosted mirror of the shattered past, still hanging uncared in dust. The last rays of the setting sun enters the room through the window I keep open to the twilight when all the faces I once knew dissolve in the flushing gleam of the dying day but for the one that glows like the crimson sun unset, the descending night hasn’t yet shrouded in oblivion. I see a pair of pensive eyes with frozen drops of tear poised unshed on the eyelid petals, looking at me the forlorn way they did when I left her for good in the dusk a long time ago. That time hasn’t yet lost its way in the meandering memory lane, her fragile face appears unushered so often on the broken mirror of my desolate mind that reflects tiny drops of tear in the deserted corner of her pleading distant eyes I want to forget. October 5, 2018