eyes like knives

armed with dark eyes as deep as the sea she leaned into him and whispered something he’d never be able to say himself.  and it was that moment, when those eyes like knives fell backwards from him, he had lost something forever.  the realization of it wouldn’t come for some time.

is it possible to say goodbye to something which isn’t missed?  is it harder knowing that it will be, and the incapability resides in its expression?  these thoughts found themselves on his mind before but were gone from there now.  instead a sense of warmth rose from his chest, went through is head, and left him.  all that remained was a stale taste usually found in a moment of regret.  a taste of something familiar, but lacking the fullness of flavor, leaving it unrecognizable.

what is regret but a memory, an afterthought? a waste of time perhaps, or a chance to take things back?  those eyes that cut so deep, breaking childhood dreams, with their final closing forgiving.

in the moment’s passing he knew the difficulty was within the expression.  as he left the room he made himself believe all those ‘I love yous’ she gave were met with the same meaning as the ‘goodbyes’ he gave in return.  he had to.  afterall, those were dying eyes.