And in those eyes I see a glimpse of my demise.
A reflection of every decision I have made that as pushed you further away.
I attempt to peer into your soul, but all I see is my own.
A reflection I can’t escape.
You’ve analyzed me more than I’ve analyzed myself.
Quietly you stood there.
As the Earth turned and I ignored you, you stood there.
Ready to offer a hand if I needed.
I needed both at this point.
As the hurricane fades and my emotions cascade off of the horizon.
I am met by your expectations.
I have one desire.
Is it fulfillment to ask more of myself? Or is it greed?
The things I need don’t seem to matter, but I allow myself to conspire those desires.
I seek what I need in you.
My heart doesn’t weigh that much when I’m certain.
True words never spoken.
I’d sink to the bottom if I jumped in that ocean.
Or maybe you’d keep me afloat.
Here’s to hoping.