first time he became scared
facing his feelings
his heart never dared
to look inside, long for
her hand, slight gestures
how she touched him
flashing back
a time when life mattered

when she became real
wasn't so horrible to feel
her breath, watching her sleep
keeping moments, the practical light
deranged and scattered
yet open
never losing sight

when all things were possible
her memory
buried so far in her graces
he watched when she wasn't looking
her face, eyes never missing the traces
of her goodness
gently, the elusive elation
so obvious, that milky vision
tears washing them clear
eyes staring down, wondering
is this happiness?

euphoric dances
she really existed
someone like her
special, careless
so down, so at odds
with all she was
didn't know
didn't care
what the world saw

if only she knew
but he never told her
missed chances
as fate prances away
so close but far
both present but too late
was the last time he believed
in a soul mate

just so beautiful..I imagined it...

Holy hell.

You're a truly great writer. Please don't ever stop.

nice piece. subtle and poignant.

Thank you all!