In Time

Her eyes like sand dunes

Speckled with dust

Enclosed in wrinkles

Doors that shut me out

They lie in front of forgottenness

A nearly empty hole

Lost of all its memories

A simple shell of the past

Times have tried those eyes

Threatening them with cloudy storms

Yet they’re pervasive as the desert

Willing to remain though they’ve dried

For how much longer I do not know

But until they are peacefully closed

Behind curtains of creased skin

I will take no gaze for granted

And no glimpse of her memory for hopeless

*I hope you all enjoy my series about memory!*