Eyes..

I dreamt last night that he came to me.

His hands full of daringly beautiful flowers and his eyes full of regret and apologies.
"I'm sorry" he said, "Forgive me" he asked, in a pained and genuine way.

I took a moment (in my dream) to analyze him. He was wearing all black, like a recent widow mourning and slowly dying with heartbreak. His collar on his shirt was unironed and ruffled, but i liked that "man" in him.

His eyes, his beautiful eyes were sparkling, deep blue like the unforeseen depths of an undisturbed ocean. They shone and twinkled with every blink, every stare.

God how i miss those eyes, his perfect beautiful eyes..