Your Eyes

I miss our conversations and the sparkle in your eyes. I miss the phone calls that last all night. I hate that we lost that connection and that we don’t feel close anymore. I know that things will never be the same but I miss the comfort of your understanding. I miss the way we spoke in words few others understood. Not often do you find someone with whom you connect so easily yet even as I write these words I remember the cloudy days. I remember the times we fought when you thought I didn’t understand, when you wanted me to take a leap I wasn’t ready for, when I couldn’t bear my soul as you desired. We rode the waves to safety but never really left the shore. We simply waited hoping to get swept away again. I miss the way it felt to be with you on those cold December nights. I miss the light in your eyes.