blind

his face moldable like clay
fine tune it into something
you like better.
a life you don't remember
replays.
5 years ago, maybe
or more, or less
segments of time
replay
and you feel as if
you are a child again
you're back in an old house
now forgotten.
memories you seem to have misplaced
resurface.

you look into his eyes
and see nothing
but lids and red veins and
black.

it's like a trainwreck
ice melting before your eyes

too many faces in too big of a
house

the lights shine memories
into your eyes
and though maybe forgotten
when the sun rises,
they linger for the next time
the tide comes