The distance, the courage
The sliver of skin and
The anger in your eyes
I turn away and pray
But the image just won't stay
In the land of memories
Picking paper apart
Ripping away the lies
Spreading the ashes
In places you used to take me
When there was still you and me

It’s not his fault
It’s not mine
Truth be told
I am sorry we
Didn’t make it till the end

You didn't let me
Win the war
Fought too hard
To win a battle
Already lost

Crawled back into my heart
When I realized your safe haven
Was no longer a paradise
But an evil place
Where all the demons
Hang around your

Every

Word.

When my voice doesn't rise to face the silence
...
It rings empty

Her smile is fallen snow
On the first day of winter,
A happy coincidence
You met her just at the right time, at the right
Place.
A happy coincidence.
She is home, a warm cup of tea in the middle of a blizzard.
She comforts you and her hugs are different, they
Lift
You
Up
But you look down and your feet are still touching the floor.
She is the one you call, when the snowflakes are begging
"Dress us up like a snowman,
My sisters and I want
To wear a smile, just for a little while."
You remind her to put on gloves; she wraps her scarf around you
Several times
Over,
So you will never be cold.
You forget to say that her presence is like home, a storm lantern in the middle of a blizzard.
You smile.
There is nothing else you can do.
She smells like home, and home is a bouquet of roses.

**Un parfum n'a jamais été aussi entêtant.

Her eyes are two galaxies full of secrets,
But you know with time she will reveal her past,
Confess her hopes for the futures and her dreams for the present.
You wait.
Like a wild wolf, she approaches slowly, it takes time but all you have is time,
Time,
A lifetime as she approaches and you raise a hand and watch as she
Unravels.
Speaks with confidence and a hint of vulnerability.
Instantly, you want to shelter her from the hurt of the world,
Shelter her for the pain, the rejection, the heartbreaks,
But the only shelter you have is the strength of your
Words,
The quality of your
Arms
Wrapped around her.
You hope, you pray,
*Please, God, let this be enough.