yeah, well
pictures aren't worth everything-
maybe a thousand words,
but not the sound of a voice or
the whisper of a touch
or that moment when you met
and you just knew.

I couldn't give you a picture
to tell you this story
of a girl I met six months ago
who didn't take my breath,
but gave me air.

the crooked smile and the
bright eyes dimmed by reproduction
the nervous hands and the awkward, yet comfortable
silences and conversation,
and the littlest touches
that always seemed so overwhelming.

the shared cigarettes and habits
and the missed calls and exchanges
the constant waiting and looking
and hope that she'd still be there;
the hooks that caught and sunk and
never got cut loose
so there were never any ends to tie.

the looks and the hints of a smile
of a feeling, of a desperation
for something new and unknown
and overall, dangerous.

I could give you a picture,
it just wouldn't be fair.