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The Boy's Eyes

Posted: Tuesday, 22 January 2013 | Posted by k | Labels:

Part of the boy's face is somewhat blurred by the thin layer of glass behind which hiding seems a silly idea. You said it didn't make sense but it made him cute and possibly appear younger than he actually was. This was the first joyful moment of someone innocent becoming apparent in our shared vision. Did we think that it was a rare thing? Something to remember? We kept it. Hidden away behind piles of paper. Numbers, numbing numbers, the innocence of which seems contextually silly. No, I don't think we knew then that it was a rare thing. I don't think you knew then that it was a rare thing. I remember overwriting it. This memory of someone innocent becoming apparent in our shared vision. It was when you wiped the skin under my eyes with your thumbs, there, where paper thin floods of salt washed down towards my slightly opened mouth. These tiny tears. I think I must have sobbed another minute about the loss of these tiny tears. I remember the moment when something shifted away from me, something that was like the look in the boy's eyes. I remember the moment when I felt like being able to reach it again. Maybe the thin layer of glass is not so silly after all. I can blur away for a bit and reappear with something like the look in the boy's eyes. Don't take this layer away from me.

Cover me in glass.
My love.
Don't you cover me in glass.

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