The way we met,
The way our eyes held for a split second.
I lowered mine in shame,
My heart flickering like a candle in a breeze.
The way we stood,
Summoning the courage to speak,
Like vines – gazes almost inseparable,
Feeling like we shared a secret.
Your hand fit perfectly in mine.
The way we kissed,
Gentle warmth and burning passion
Simmered below the surface,
Cooking up something we both wanted and needed.
The way we slept,
Your hand around my waist,
My head nestled against your chest
Your body a solid wall.
Bitter words
Scarring the joy
Your protection falling away,
And I was left vulnerable.
The way we weeped
Lost in a world
Full of what used to be us.
It had turned to ‘I’s’ instead
Stubborn minds, eyes blind
We dug our heels in.
Silence was deadlier
Then the harshest screams.
The way we found
Each other through the mist
Held on and sighed in relief
You took my arm and told me to stay.
Your hand fit perfectly in mine.
