grey eyes stare deep into my soul.
i long for her-
i need her-
but she leaves in an instant.
i'm not enough for her.
her perceptive gaze saw through my wall,
that i so carefully put up,
between me and everyone who looks upon my face.
and she saw me.
truly saw me.
for who i am.
and she left.
my father stepped in,
carefully maneuvering his way across my room,
late into the hours of darkness,
and kissed me in the place
he always did-
in the middle of my forehead,
and said that he would love me forever.
but i let myself cry,
a stream of salt lining the creases of my eye-
because forever seemed like it would end too soon-
as always and forever-
two different things,
are always both murmured in the same breath.
a long time has passed
since I spoke to them in my dreams.
who are they?
they are the raindrops that stop just before
the girl steps out of the car
in that pretty dress that must not get wet.
they are the rays of hope that touch the soul
as a young woman contemplates death and peace.
they are a man
they are a woman
they are eternal love.