Pacific Blue Tears
A welcome summer breeze cooled the evening air as we relaxed on the back porch.
“Have I ever told you that your eyes are as blue as the Pacific Ocean?”
“Many times, my love.”
“They beguile me tonight just as they did the night we met.”
How often had he spoken those words? The words he would leave behind. Tomorrow a new assignment would take him from me… and only his words remain.
His arm slid around me, pulling me closer. I forced a smile, suppressing the tears that would come later. Flowing… like waves on the blue Pacific.