Brown Eyes and The Last Talk

Her deadpan stare penetrated through the greasy window
to meet his muddy brown eyes for that one last time
her blank canvas of a face only scarred by minor twitches
his stubborn eyes shoddily holding the water with continual bridges

Their words were minimized and interrupted for much long
silence had taken over the inexplicable feelings to which they belonged
she shuddered as he took her hand gently, of whatever he could grasp
his bewildered hair told tales she knew by heart, then she finally broke

Befuddled by the depth of moment transcending the impasse
he tried to talk for this finale, marching ahead to surpass
scarcity of words was not an art, he always had a poet's heart
for a moment his faith had crumbled, time was a cruel master

Every word he spoke transformed into a song as she listened
farewells bring out a catharsis, time dipped in a pink rose tinted
blood filled streets were no more a distraction, planes flew by
frozen in time remained their conversation, no audience to pry

Those beautifully knitted memories which had glass shards
picked out one by one, trembling voice and hands hard
her complexion returned with every syllable, why was this so short?
she exclaimed, he replied as only he could 'That's why you will remember, love.'

Her stare had turned to an intense gaze of passionate longing
his eyes filled up with contentment to have finally made her
understood his choice, he wasn't meant to be eternal like the sun
happiness and gloom filled equally as the distance increased

She was marked, she would wait, she understood the pain
he could finally be at peace, bullets awaited so did the rain.