Pools of Blue

  The look in his eyes made it that much harder. If he would only look away for a moment and let me have my say. The only thing hurting me was that he was hurt. The pools of blue that used to dance with such life now just looked dead, sorrowful and dark. That was my fault.

   It was hard for me to look him in the eye and tell him; to show no remourse, no feeling at all. Practice makes perfect, but nothing could stop me from catching the tear that rolled down his cheek with my thumb. A little contact, the floodgates opened, there was no going back.

   This will never get easier. I realized the day he turned away from me for the last time that a piece of my heart was walking away with him. I let him have that piece, no questions asked.