A shred of the past reflects in your eyes,
a gaze I cannot meet.
I'm afraid of what I'd remember,
and I'm scared of what I'd see.
I'll wish away a glance
and I'll pray to never know
what lies behind those past-stained eyes,
what hides in their shadow.
Because just a fleeting glance
brings every moment flooding back,
and when it does, the eyes I knew
dull into empty black.
I'll never look into the past again,
nor dare to catch your gaze
I'm holding to the memories
of warmer eyes from older days.
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