Drabble for prompt by Delvalmom
Three words- erase, meadow, trace
He drew him close, trying to erase the memory of their five month separation. What in the hell were those eyes as blue as? Blue as a bluejay’s wing, blue as the ocean, blue as the sky? No, blue as the bluebells that bloomed so lavishly in the meadow their tent overlooked.
It was so hard, so damned hard to only see him a couple of times a year. If the other man ever knew what it cost him every time he drove away....
He would kiss away every trace of pain in that man’s eyes, by God he would!