His pair of eyes

His eyes don’t go away from my mind.

Everything else is already gone; the way he smells, his voice, his beard – a bit blond a bit brown.
So much that I’ve already forgotten.

‘Cause I no longer know if he smokes when he drinks. If he drinks beer, wine and beer again. If the food he likes the most is still pizza. And if he would have a pasta with me just to make me happy.
I don’t know anymore if he wants to go to New York more than to Buenos Aires, if he fucks other girls, if he still downloads songs illegally from web.

I don’t know.

I don’t know who he is. I don’t know his way to walk, I don’t know if he still takes forever to get up every morning, if he has changed at all.

I also don’t remember his hands and his body – although this is a big fat lie, because I still have it all tattooed in my mind - and the thing is: a lot is already gone. And will never come back.

But his eyes... His pair of eyes and all their colors – very green, very yellow.
I have already tried to forget them - as I did with everything else.
But they just don’t go away. They’re still here. Very close to me. Staring at me. As if nothing of this had ever happend.