The day could be saved;
he was constantly looking up at her
she knew that the day could be saved
not simply by her, also by his presence.
She had loved him.
He knew that.
He still loved her.
But all he needed to know was
she could save the day.
She still had to let him go.
As he slowly slipped into the role
the comfort grew;
with it also grew discomfort.
She had to save the moment,
she had a choice.
The choice was not made for her.
She chose to let him go;
she chose to not let the roles drift.
For she loved him,
she knew love is not one kind
and her love was profound.
he was constantly looking up at her
she knew that the day could be saved
not simply by her, also by his presence.
She had loved him.
He knew that.
He still loved her.
But all he needed to know was
she could save the day.
She still had to let him go.
As he slowly slipped into the role
the comfort grew;
with it also grew discomfort.
She had to save the moment,
she had a choice.
The choice was not made for her.
She chose to let him go;
she chose to not let the roles drift.
For she loved him,
she knew love is not one kind
and her love was profound.
She saved the day, the way she’d promised to
ReplyDeleteFor men came and went, he still became her anchor
It was easy for him to slip into his role
For he loved her with all his might
He knew she loved him, more than he could ever love her
Her love was like wind around,
It never showed, but it was always present
She let him go, not for her love for him
But for the love of them
They both knew they had to save the day
And they both had roles to play
The world saw her cry, they saw her love
They didn’t see them, they didn’t see his pain
But he couldn’t care less
For every time she looked up at him,
With those tiny little eyes,
He knew he owned a world,
Where lived them,
And where the day had been saved for them
And as he saw that world he owned,
ReplyDeleteThrough the window fell a shaft of light
Onto the chair propped up against the wall.
Facing a cot made just for two.
'Where lived them' such deep in sleep
Surrounded by an entanglement of arms and feet.
That was his picture true.
Seen through those pupils
Dilated beyond disguise;
Under those heavily laden eyes.
And slowly as the eyelids drew;
He caught a glimpse of her near the chair
The silhouette framed by a door he hadn't seen,
Her back turned towards his flailing dream.