I looked in her eyes and saw so much love.
I also saw so much sadness.
It was as though I had known her a lifetime yet met a stranger.
I just wanted to tell her it would all be ok.
I doubt she would have believed me
The more I see her the more I miss her.
Totally contrary to all I believe.
Yet all day I think of her, love her words her honesty.
Fear her cold steely will, for I may be jettisoned.
Sometimes the thought of her makes me fear life itself.
Sometimes I fear my own sanity.
Nothing I had imagined
Just a soul with so much love and so much distrust.
How do you fathom that.
So I guess I can't