He was like my father
Gentle
Funny
Kind smile that told many stories
Most of it wasn't painful it was
Peaceful
An expression I haven't found in many smiles
Like soft horizons his eyes
Calmed my exalted soul
And the possibility of a future
I
Would wake up to those eyes
Secure
Warm
Safe
Soft
Kind
Gentle
It was exhilarating
I wanted that future so badly I missed out on the obvious
Immediate future
Where he was offering his story
To a girl who was not broken as I was

*(Maybe stitching me together would have been hard.
But sewing me now would be impossible.
You dropped me from a high and I am in pieces)