Late Afternoon Shadows

Black shirt.
Black shoes.
All to distract from these black eyes
These endless black holes that can take your soul to places
You never knew could.
You won't remember these times when you got lost in my eyes
Only sequences.
The distant memory of a dream
That's on the tip of your tongue.
And the more you try to remember the more you'll forget.
Irony in these sullen holes
That spend endless days waiting.
For the right light,
The ripe time,
That they can become milky way's
To take in all that this world has to provide.