“I always loved the way your blue eyes
lit up when you looked at me.”
In the pre-dawn light, I feel the warmth of the day seeping into my bones. It reminded me of the way your eyes lit up. How the brilliant blue sometimes refracted little bits of orange when you smiled in my direction. It reminded me of the way your hand entwined with mine felt warm and safe. Never uncomfortable. But then sun inevitably creeps over the horizon, searing my eyes and burning my flesh, making me beg for night to return again. If only to look up at the stars and remember the depth I saw in your gaze when your eyes locked with mine.
© Sarah Doughty
If only to see
your eyes again.