aloft the sea

It is the color in her eyes. It is the color of the sea.

It's no coincidence that you can drown in both.

It is the winter's chill. It is the color of her bedsheets.

It is the cool breeze on your face. The breath you exhale after you kiss her.

It is the crunch of ice and the hush of snow. It is the sound of words whispered privately.

It is the peace and contentment you feel as you hold her in your arms.

It is the loneliness I feel and the tears I cry for you as you love somebody else.

But most importantly, it will always be the color of her eyes, the same color as the sea.

The sea in which I lost you.