Pale blue eyes

March 8th, 2024

Linger on your pale blue eyes

Now I remember everything. Not the names or faces, but I remember the essence of being there at a specific moment at a particular time. Being there with somebody. Somebody who might not had pale blue eyes. Or even just blue eyes. That is meaningless now, as it was meaningless then. If it was meaningful, then I think I would remember the color of her eyes, right?

Linger on your pale blue eyes

I remember myself then and there. That doesn't usually happen to me. My past is blank. Maybe blank is not a correct word — erased would be better. But no, that is incorrect as well. Maybe my past is written but scratched and crossed out here and there and everywhere. Or maybe my past is still there but being overwritten by the present. Maybe it is better not to think about my past at all.

Linger on your pale blue eyes

But I cannot help remembering my past when a few notes of the song bring me the experience of a feeling I once had. The feeling that lodged itself in the recesses of my mind just waiting there to be recalled by a gentle and unexpected sound. So my past is still there, somewhere in my mind. And not only is it my past. It was a shared experience that I remember now. And I wonder about her.

Linger on your pale blue eyes