understanding
Someone made a comment on your eyes. I didn't believe it.
Until tonight, I looked at you, not knowing what to expect.
And I saw, truth. I saw courage. I saw love.
You didn't notice me staring at you. From the corner of my eye,
I could visualize it all.
Greece, vegas and other roads that may lead to a future we could not predict. Or even
expect.
But I wasn't afraid of what lies ahead.
I was more intrigued by what wasn't drawn out in our futures.
The lines in your hands told me the truth.
It told me that you just wanted to belong somewhere.
With someone that could hold you with their pain strickened heart,
to be able to let go of all the resentfulness and hurt.
No threshold when it comes to passion.
We shared our stories. One after another, excited by the commonalities.
Sympathetic to those that included disappointment.
I wanted to hold you. Kiss you. Even shed a tear for you,
but I knew that wasn't what you wanted.
Then you told me. That you were not afraid to cry. That yes, its okay to have our moments.
To lock ourselves in our own little world and let it all fly out.
Like seagulls racing upon the waves along the ocean.
I smiled, not afraid to express my emotions. I wanted to pour it all out,
as if we were in the mountains of Tibet. Screaming for our freedom.
Shouting for our existence.
Your eyes brought me back to reality. Exuding sincerity. And I sat in silence.
Not knowing what to say, but understanding you.