I sit here, staring off into the air, into the clouds, the vast ethereal glow descending upon the land. I am searching so intently, through and in between, wanting to see his eyes.
Then the fear hits. Will I see his eyes again? Will I be able to recognize them, or will I forget them completely? I don't want to forget. I want to know his face, stencil in each crevice by memory and recreate in pure exactness in full color, this vision. Heaven and hueful -- the rhythm of his sway, the dancing feet in the shadows, how he'd grab my shoulders or elbows to move me along for the flight. A gliding pair.
Atonement...please don't let me forget. I want to see my love.