5th March 2017 @ 9.19pm

Eyes open and blue

Bright blue

I compare it to Grecian water

It wouldn’t be enough to call it

Blue like the morning sky

It’s much too vast and endless

In her eyes I could see home

A destination

Like deep blue water

I could see my own reflection

My own happiness

In her eyes

Her presence

A gift

And her laugh a thing

to break

Sad silence

Much like a firefly bopping over quiet ponds

Her light a comfort in the dark

Like the light buzzing and the lighting of a phone screen

At 1 in the morning

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