91. Claps “Eyes Remain” Wreck [Guilt Ridden Pop]
“How much time is here for us?”
It was like a cartoon. The lights were turned off; the theatre filled with darkness. Some waves of rich maroon hovered in the deep background, but other than that, I swear there was no natural light anywhere in the cavernous space. And yet his eyes floated there just above the stage, blinking seemingly in slow motion and moving gently closer and closer. I heard a leaping pair of feet hit the carpet as they bobbled into the aisles of invisible seats, now at the same level as my own eyes, trembling in a perfect parallel, still not quite believing the sight but embracing it nonetheless. When he reached me after what seemed like both a lifetime’s worth of waiting and an instant of suspense in a half-observed made-for-TV movie, I heard the darkness swallow us both whole. I couldn’t help myself. I closed my eyes. Only for a moment. But it was enough. The second I opened them back up, finally moist again and ready to take in his spirit or being or whatever it was right in front of me…he had disappeared back into the night. But I still remember his eyes.
