I see something in your soul,
something that others
do not see.
Something they cannot see,
because they do not bother
to look at you at all.
Too cold, they say,
a heart of stainless steel,
a void, an empty shell
of a woman.
But I see something in your soul,
something I’ve never seen there
before,
after all these years
of knowing you,
knowing but not understanding,
this new thing,
makes me pause.
No more do you look through me,
as if I were not even there,
now, when I see you,
you glance at me,
one time, you even smiled.
I see something in your soul
that calls to me,
calls to me
when I didn’t even think
you knew my name.
You draw me to you
without a word,
but with merely a glance
that beckons to me,
and I,
ever the fool,
approach.
You reach out
to touch me.
Running fingers through my hair
and lightly caressing my cheek,
but your caress turns to claws
that furrow my flesh
and lay bare my soul.
You can see something in my soul,
as your laughter echoes in my ears,
you can see the love
I had for you.
No, you can see the love
I have for you,
for it remains
despite everything.
Because,
I see something in your soul.