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
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