My anxious thoughts race in my mind as I struggle to make sense of the string of words that fill it. “Her eyes”, I think. “It all started with her eyes.” They were blue like the sky, but they sparkled and shimmered like the sea. It wasn’t the color that captivated me though, it was her expressions. Her mannerisms.Her gaze..oh Her soft gaze. The way light flowed from her soul and poured out of her eyes was enough to light the whole world at night. I will remember those looks and that gaze, for the rest of my life. And Sadly I will search for her in others for the rest of my life as well.
“Her eyes”, I think. My body trembles as I try to walk. My feet slowly move forward. I stare at the ground afraid of what I may see, even though I already know what lies ahead. The air is wet and heavy and muted voices mumble in the background. All I can hear though is the grass crunching underneath my shoes and the quiet pulse that trobbes in my head. As I walk down the aisle my feet sink deeper into the the ground, their weight multiplying with every step. My chest heaves and quivers as I near the end of this treacherous walk. And I know that the time is coming to look up.
Her eyes had a way of wandering. she always gazed off into the distance, admiring the beauty of what surrounded her. Whether it was the sky or the stars, the trees or even the bugs, she always found it’s beauty. While she did this I would always gaze at her. I studied her face the way she studied the stars. A work of art, she would say. I would nod, Because indeed, she was a work of art. I watched her fall in love with the earth. And the more I looked at her, the more I never wanted to look away.
I approach the end of the aisle, my eyes pinched shut. My Adam’s apple bobs up and down as my throat tightens. Air escapes my mouth in small, weak slivers. My chest shakes with every forced breath. And slowly I let my eye lids rise.
“Oh how beautiful you look, my love.” I say through trembling lips.
My jaw clenches as tears well up in my eyes. Your casket has a blue silk lining, A light baby blue. And a dark oak wood that you would say matches my eyes perfectly . You lay there so peacefully.
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