Shattered Virtue

I sat across from those eyes at the kitchen table
They stared, concrete buttons set perfectly on an imperfect face
Though once flawless, it now masked thousands of tiny nooks and crannies
filled with deceit, lies, and shattered virtue.
The eyes stared at mine, trying to find what mine were trying to say to them
What I needed to tell them, but I just couldn't
Not with my voice.
I fought fire with fire, staring back at those clouded gems
With the same confusion that was looking at me
My eyes focused, knowing what was about to happen
To them, to me, to everything we had
All of our memories, shattered.
The eyes looked at me, gazing, wanting to learn the reason of our being here
At my old kitchen table, which held memory as much as it did our dinner.
The eyes stared, still cloudy in their vision
Those eyes, her eyes, the eyes of the one person I trusted.
She looked at me, and the eyes that once dripped confusion, suddenly changed.
She knew the reason.
All of the negativity began to drip down her face and into her hands, which were holding her delicate features
And those eyes,
Her eyes,
Began to clear.