He Shared Her
I live amongst the words of a page
a life squeezed into a tired hand
writing the rhythm of a beating heart
scaling whispering thoughts
and capturing loves left behind
Such is the story in her eyes
dancing images in your mind
swaying together in sweet emotions
revealing naked tears and swollen laughter
Do you know her in small words
can you see her looking back at you
dancing and stretching, her arms to the sky
wanting to rip from the pages
and truly live before you see her die
When your hand stops writing
will you turn back wilted pages
and taste her memories in faded words
or will your eyes tease another
and leave behind you the story within her?