Blue

The colour of sadness is blue, they say. I never believed them until I saw his eyes. Blue, strikingly so, invading my very soul. The sadness swims below them, waiting, waiting, to strike when he feels hopeless. I can see it swirling, circling his pupils like a shark... devouring every bit of happiness that is thrown to him. The blue moves, it does, it moves around and around... catching my eye with glints of love trying to break out and reach me.