There are times when he would not hide his face, so I could see him clearly. Half-open eyes that fell to the ground and a silent suppression. Or sometimes if he was lost in thoughts I would be able to watch him in secret. Always a sad face... Sadness I cannot comprehend. What has he lost? What is he frightened of? I did not ask him, and he would not have told me anyway. One night he whispered sorry to me and I held his face close and told him no, I'm sorry.
Love and Lust are often muddled, especially after sun down when it is dark and confusion is easily encountered. But it is always love for me, and I want him to know that. How do I tell him? No, I won't leave in the morning. Not ever. I would hold his lifeless hand but he would not hold mine, and if I let go his hand would fall and the feeling would be lost forever.
a little farther
6:50 PM
Saturday, October 8, 2011