His voice sparkled like the rain
On a hot summer day.
Nobody could stop themselves
From being absorbed into conversation
With this interesting,
Young,
Man.

The way he smiled at his little brother
And the small child looked up at him
In awe and wonder
Hoping, one day
He would have the opportunity
To be half as great as him.

That girl.
She saw something in him the others couldn't
He had passion
And love
And joy.
When she met him,
She found a scar just as big as hers.

Neither of them spoke a word
About the knife in their hearts.
But together,
They were healing.
On their way to a better day.

But,
She refused
To let the light fill in the gaps
Between her fingers,
Even though it was flowing out of the hand
She was meant to hold.

Goodbye and I'm sorry
They hurt to say
But hurt more to be heard
The light between her fingers,
Was never seen again.