Write about a loss: something or someone that was part of your life and isn't anymore.
You are there. Everywhere. Who are you? I see your face. I see you everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. Your face may change a little, but your eyes are always the same. Always.
At the airport in Oregon when I went to retrieve my luggage that had been lost; it had been a terrible and overwhelming day for me and I had been crying. My spirit felt so broken and I looked up and there you were, standing there with those startling blue eyes that looked at me with so much love and concern. Those eyes, those stunning eyes, melting the huge sadness within me.
On my hike in Choke Cherry Canyon, I stopped to rest on a rock and suddenly you were there asking me if I was okay. I told you I had stopped to rest and that my friend was nearby. You smiled. There you were inside your magnificent blue eyes.
At the airport one day when I was on a layover and a little boy had been lost. We were all looking for him and suddenly there you were, smiling at me, with your beautiful blue eyes.
I see you at other times too but you seem farther away. Sometimes you are close and sometimes you are far away. I want to reach you. I want to ask your name. Who are you?
I went to dinner one evening with a family member. You were sitting there waiting. We sat at the table next to you. You tried to get my attention. When you looked at me, right before you were leaving, I looked into your eyes. Those amazing blue eyes. It was you.
You are only there when I am not looking for you. When I look for you I cannot find you. When I least expect it, suddenly there you are. It makes me happy when you show up out of the “blue.” Out of the blue sky, you, with your blue eyes. Loving, caring, kind, blue eyes.
The last time I saw you was during a time I was making a huge life decision and out of the “blue” you drove by, shaking your head, “NO.” But it was too late. The decision had been made and I could not change it. I tried.
Are you serially lost to me my very special blue-eyed friend?
Or, are we meant to be together, through-out eternal time?
You and me, and our blue eyes.