Those Eyes You Can’t Forget

Value her as he did, and love her as he did he could not promise to value her always, and that scrupulous thought forced him to walk away and not look back. That look she gave him then, empty and yet charged, would haunt him all his life, as if he had, with conscious wantonness, trampled on some sacred ground: her sacred ground.

Before the age of knowledge, when she discovered him walking in his oddness, and smiling at the view it had all seemed so simple and innocent and tender, He, whose life was like some dried and arid plain, a stranger to passing moisture or interest, had wondered at her giving heart, and how she made a prayer of all she did. It seemed a wonder in his life, to be found and loved so openly, but he was young and oddly scrupulous.

He felt he must be understood yet free, and had still to discover that all things have their price, and that life cannot be lived without some compromise. Later, in years ahead, he often looked back and saw her timeless beauty and those haunting eyes looking out from his memory, staring up the path as they always would, and looking at him across his history and in each new circumstance, saying with a simple truth, “You never knew what I gave you” and he never had till now, when love, once more, was like a stranger in his life, and tenderness only touched him in his dreams.


About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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16 Responses to Those Eyes You Can’t Forget

  1. ksbeth says:

    i loved every word.


  2. mikesteeden says:

    ‘Looking at him across history’…a fine tale, Peter.


  3. Al says:

    Decisions, decisions, decisions. Life is certainly difficult. And when it’s not, we proceed to make it difficult anyway.


  4. Sometimes the ‘whole truth’ is not necessarily the best policy, perhaps.


  5. This, to me, is about something gut-wrenching and rather sad, and yet I feel so comforted by it. Thank you.

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  6. Guess he’s just a bit too picky… ha, ha!


  7. How true…
    we never know until it’s gone… xxx

    Liked by 1 person

  8. David Cook says:

    Great story, Peter.


  9. lisakunk says:

    Aww. I want to cry. You said much in few words.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. nelle says:

    We take a lot of things as givens, constants in life. It’s an illusion. Appreciate in the here and the now.


  11. Regret has a terrible sort of beauty to it.


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