Dear Cecile
Dreaming about you and me...
Soft hands, sharp wits,
hearts of lions...
Who knew I could hurt this bad
Who knew I would be this sad...
There will come a time,
that he will hear her again...
Love is fleeting,
But then again...
You desired,
I was sightless...
Click! click! click!
these are the moments...
I let you inside
Such a slippery slope...
I apologize and swallow my pride.
My grief has deceased...
But honey, is it enough for you?
I asked...
Innately,
Without thought...
Illumination forgot our presence
Forbade us light to sight and hit the mark...