It's in his eyes by Traci Askew

When he sighs it's them he sees, when he stares out into space it's them he remembers.

His chest rises and falls and he's unaware that his heart just skipped a beat for them.

He misses them and sometimes you feel his pain. It radiates off his whole being.

There is no competition in this situation, no way to fight a ghost or a memory.

You watch him sit, never looking at you. He sometimes can't bring himself to do so. He calls out for his wife. You smile, then realize he's not talking about you.

You talk to him. He's gentle and kind. He talks to you but never “sees” you.

You ache for him to acknowledge you and hold you, yet he walks right past you or stands at a distance.

Always looking everywhere else but not at you.

He's not mean, he just doesn't feel for you the way he cherishes the past.

It's in his eyes, blue like the sea expressive like a painting, if you see love in his eyes....he's thinking of them. If he does look at you... there is either nothing there or very little to see.

Crying, crying, crying...dried up inside until it burns. Second best !? No not even that... might as well be a distant cousin in another country...literally.

Should you stay? Should you go? Would he care anyway?

Broken hearts abound and deep sadness hangs like an albatross in the air.

It's in his eyes, as he looks to the horizon as if he's waiting... for their return.