Her Trust, My Best Memory

My eyes glaze over from the constant staring,
Where it seems I'm looking at nothing,
Yet everything at the same time.
A couple of minutes drag on to a couple of hours,
And nothings changed,
Yet everything has.
Flashbacks come and go without fear of interruption,
My good memories, and my bad ones too.
My whole life, it seems,
That my bad memories have left a bigger impression on me,
Then my good ones did,
And every minuscule detail can be remembered in an instant,
When the outcome left me broken.
But most recently it seems,
That the only times I can think about,
Are those spent with her.
Our conversations about everything,
Yet nothing at all.
Her eyes,
Oh her eyes,
Intently fixed upon me waiting,
Just waiting for mine to meet hers,
And finally when they do, I quickly turn them away,
For fear of being lost in their beauty.
Her trust,
Her trust even though she has no reason to trust,
For her trust has been broken many times before.
Every detail spent with her can be recalled perfectly,
As if they were some of my worst memories,
Although they were in fact some of my best.