Aithreachas
She stared at his dark brown locks, falling precariously a top his head just waiting for a gust of salted sea wind to blow them into his eyes. How often she'd wondered why he didn't get his hair cut shorter so he wouldn't have the problem of being blinded momentarily by his unruly strands. His hair was by no means long, though it broke the boundaries of a middle aged sailor's normal hair length and this in itself could captivate her for countless minutes when she should have been listening.
She stared at his eyes, deep pools of chocolate brown that sparkled in the sunlight dancing across the rippled water below. He'd always been a bright eyed boy she pondered, imagining his poor mother wouldn't have been able to say no to those beautiful eyes. Neither had she once upon a time, but those days were lost in the chapters of her past that had been closed. She often found her self longing to stare into them once more, while he was talking or standing near by, but so far she hadn't moved close enough to see the depths of his soul without blushing furiously.
She stared at his mouth; rough, red lips parting slightly to taste the salt of the air around them. Curling into a soft smile ever so often when something amused him or a sight pleased him. The little things that over time were becoming more apparent as they grew closer once more, a shiver as he placed his hand on her back or a blink as déjà vu set in. Memories of the past that left neither alone and played at his lips like music.
She didn't dare let her mind wonder towards their texture, the feel of them brushed up against her own as time stood still for the pair. Thoughts like that would never eventuate to anything more than fantasy, and so she continued staring, stealing a glimpse of her past with a man that she would have to move on from, eventually.
And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do