family

my family. ours. this is a happy sight.
this is okay by me. this is who i live for.
and that is where my bliss comes from.

for my eyes

aging

we are sitting at the cafe, his nose in and out of the paper.i
fingers play over the keyboard of my laptop half parousing the internet.

he: what are you thinking about?

me: nothing and you

he: nothing

me;(thinking to myself) i was thinking how the sunlight hits his eyebrow and his blue eyes shine, how the last fifteen years i have watched him grow into this handsome man. how is grey is camouflaged with his blond and it's beautiful and how the lines of his face has traced his kindness, is story how i love him now more than ever..

he: (interrupts my thoughts) well i was thinking about that girl over there how she reminds me of you when we met

and now i feel a string from my heart break as if it was a violin .

his kindness

i sit here in the car as he drives through the mountains. his kindness makes me want to cry. he good to me. i want to stretch my arms towards him but some how my body has sunk deep into my chair, my eyes are heavy and my voice to thin to hear.

we are at the theater now, i am sitting in my chair. his kindness makes me want to cry, he is very good to me. i want to tell him
but i remain quiet.

i am tired, to tired to tell myself that he is to good for me, instead i want to believe i deserve this type of love. his kindness a blanket of my youth i never had, he shelters me from a storm within.