And when she sits here
across from me...
what am I
to say?
Am I to tell her,
That she is only here because
I saw you for a second,
within her eyes.
and that her exuberance,
whimsy,
and charm,
do not reach me in even a fraction of the way
your quiet companionship
did?
Am I to tell her,
that despite her beauty,
the contest
for most beautiful woman in the world
was decided the day I met you,
and she could only ever
come in second?
Or should I describe
your simplest features,
so she too might understand -
the dimples in your cheeks
that announced themselves
whenever you laughed at my silliness.
How when you would laugh too hard
that one ever so slightly crooked tooth
would show,
and that I would wait for it
just to feel lucky.
Tell me darling,
in which way do I explain
to this woman? Beautiful,
in her own right.
That in such a short time,
I have lived and died
and now I am here
deceiving myself,
in an attempt to be reborn.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
And when she sits here
across from me...
what am I
to say?
Am I to tell her,
That she is only here because
I saw you for a second,
within her eyes.
and that her exuberance,
whimsy,
and charm,
do not reach me in even a fraction of the way
your quiet companionship
did?
Am I to tell her,
that despite her beauty,
the contest
for most beautiful woman in the world
was decided the day I met you,
and she could only ever
come in second?
Or should I describe
your simplest features,
so she too might understand -
the dimples in your cheeks
that announced themselves
whenever you laughed at my silliness.
How when you would laugh too hard
that one ever so slightly crooked tooth
would show,
and that I would wait for it
just to feel lucky.
Tell me darling,
in which way do I explain
to this woman? Beautiful,
in her own right.
That in such a short time,
I have lived and died
and now I am here
deceiving myself,
in an attempt to be reborn.
the days pass on...