She sat there staring into the mist,
pieces of her heart floating around her.
I tried to pick them up.
I held them in my hand, slowly
repairing the damage.
Some floated away.
I worked, long, desperately to save her.
Though, I realized, eventually
I was trying to repair her
with the very pieces I had torn off.
Had I known of your imperfections.
Had I understood your moods.
Had I presumed the slightest inkling of your constant drama.
I would still miss that we’ve only had this much time together.
He slid from the antique chair.
Down on his weakened knees.
Ornate box appearing.
Pleading eyes now holding onto mine.
Boisterous room now silent.
Thoughts flying through my heart.
His mouth forms the question.
Subtle quivering, words slowly formed.
My heart responds quickly and emotions well up.
Response growing clear as time waits to start.
She wished he could see her.
Not the clingy version, or the ‘too needy.’
The one who could see him.
Who appreciated his loud personality.
Who understood his tendency to assume the worst in people.
Why couldn’t he see her quiet as the antidote to his loud?
Or her needy as the solution to his independence?
She wished he could see them
as their solution.
Eyes too dim to devour your beauty’s depth.
Heart too weak to live within your boundless love.
Body too brittle to withstand your embrace’s hold.
Life too short for your love consuming.
As you tend a rose, water, nurture, care,
the flower slowly opens, radiant color, for only you.
So is it with her soul.
Care for her and she’ll envelop you with beauty.
Ignore or harm her, and the thistles of hurt, scorn will
forever protect her from your attempts.
Bountiful colors of autumn are fading.
Leaves drift toward the ground.
Beauty draining away.
Wind swirls, ground turns grey.
Weather, like us, preparing for a change.
Our winter is near.
I ran to you, knowing you would run back.
I cared for you, knowing you would care back.
I loved you, knowing you would love me back.
I let you go, knowing you would never forget me.
I begged for your return, hoping It wasn’t too late.
You ran to me, knowing I may not stay.