Behind Closed Eyes

As I sit on these stairs.
Holding my head in my hands.
Feeling my heart and soul cascade down my face.
Like the leaves fall from the trees.

My mind wanders over the memories.
Picking the best.
Destroying the worse.

My reflection in your eyes.
The smell of your hair in the wind.
The feel of your lips of mine.

All this my mind remembers
The good.
The terrific.
The perfect moments of us together.

But it shuns the worse.
The heartbreaks.
The tears.
The goodbyes.

I now see all this clearly.
I relive them now, behind closes eyes.

Benjamin J Jones. ©