She was more pure of heart than she let on.
More beautiful than she believed.
The sun itself would be envious
of the light in her eyes.
She was a lady of many hats,
all of which she wore elegantly.
But there was an emptiness within her
that's gravitational pull was so intense,
not even the heaviest of hearts were safe.
She, with the smirk of a fox.
She speaks my thoughts out loud,
she faces my worst fears,
she wanders like I do...
"Run away with me", her eyes scream.
Her mouth whispers "If only".
Simultaneously giving and taking hope.
It was a tear in the universe,
a glitch in time, a crack in faith.
This was not supposed to be.
Not now.
For her the wedding bells toll.
For I the silence of singularity.
I watched her eyes start to shimmer,
and flood with confirmation.
She caught herself, and smiled.
"We will meet again...someday." She shouted,
as she disappeared into the crowd.
It was time for the father, bride dance.
As she walked away...I thought,
"I am quite possibly watching part of my soul walk away."