I miss the warmth of your gaze, the fresh clarity of your eyes, as if looking at me, you could see my core. No secrets ever hid from this look, a gentle one, directed at me with such love, that even now my heart skips a beat, just thinking about its power.
Within those precious moments, your blue eyes resting on my green, I could see forever, endless possibilities without anything holding us back.
Those moments, as I am waiting for your return, sustain my very existence, every breath apart, filled with the sweet anticipation of your return.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt: “Fresh”.
(Disclaimer: The above image is by talented artist Eva Nev, and is called “Mauve Flowers on Tourquoise Background“, and is available on RedBubble, of which I am an affiliate – helping independent artist connect with a broader audience)