A Lover’s Blue Eyes

How lucky we were,
To have lived such sunny days.
Two lonely hearts together,
Like a pair of lost city strays. 

But now you’re lost once more,
And I cannot follow you. 
Marching on in your quiet war,
Its ending long overdue. 

The world has become a distant stranger,
Your children, your wife and a forgotten life.
A relentless fog and our story in danger, 
Even our first kiss, the final twist of the knife. 

And that’s why I must say goodbye,
To let you finish your fight.
With pride and eyes that would not cry, 
Our future is dark, but the past is bright. 

So I will remember your ocean blue eyes,
That once saw wonder in the mundane.
Now they drift unfazed from dusk to sunrise. 
Once full of life, now clouded by pain.  

I will miss how you saw the world,
With days often saved by your favourite pie.
How our dance in Paris turned and twirled.
Your joy even now bleeding from the sky. 

I will miss how you used to dance,
And how we’d waltz to any band.
My shallow protest never stood a chance,
You had all of me and more in just one hand. 

I will still dance for you,
Even if all the music has gone. 
For any chance a smile slips through,
Before the rest of you wanders on. 

Oh how lucky we were,
To have danced in those sunny days.
Two lonely hearts together,
And a love in mine that forever remains.