sinapsys1

And in those eyes You said you could read Histories Tales that have long been forgotten, Buried and left behind. Their rims are red From the painful process of letting go Of some of that beauty. of that sad history. Which has haunted you. In those eyes You said in your exact words "I could almost Remember how it felt to be loved." Even though I didn't believe you. Who could see those things In the eyes of an eight year old? No one I know. I still will remember the look of discouragment We shared before your left to Remember his eyes.