I’m waiting for you to see it …
As they all have before.
That my eyes don’t carry as much light as you thought they did,
That I don’t know how to hold you in the ways you’d like,
That I’m not enough.

I’m praying that you don’t see it;
As you wrap your arms around me and bring me to your chest,
And carefully place tender kisses on my head,
With the same lips that carry the best smile my heart has known,
And you have these eyes that I don’t think I could ever forget,
And looking into them is like finding something sacred and new
and I can imagine years passing… but your eyes and the way they look at me –
that remains untouched.  

I’m praying you don’t see it;
As I wake up next to you,
Your hand still in mine, holding me just as you had the night before --
You traced my fingers so gently until I fell asleep.
As our eyes meet and the purest smile forms on your face
just before you lean in to kiss me.

I’m praying you don’t see it…


(a.g.)