the notes that trickle sweetly
from the strings of his guitar speak
softly of a forever that never had its start.

his lips fail to hold back a trembling voice
that sings unabashedly of the spell she once cast.

images appear of dark hair spread in a mess against his pillow,
of smiling brown eyes looking up into his - faces inches apart,
a million things being whispered without the use of words.

images appear of dark hair silhouetted against falling white snow,
of smiling brown eyes saying 'catch me if you can' - a childlike
wonder enveloping her every move as she dances her way to his side.

images of dark hair being lazily brushed through by his fingertips,
of smiling brown eyes gazing at the world with enchanted curiosity -
never knowing whether to look at him or to look somewhere else.

'for eternity', the refrain reads.
he rips the pen stained, blue lined paper into pieces.