and so she counts the days
Three before the deepest sleep
Safe
with you
for awhile
she believes...
Stepping into an early darkness
waiting in the parking lot
aching
She doesn't want to drive away
Pausing for a rest
within the emptiness
She is tired
and may not survive
the days in between
"Describe my face."
"Tell me what you see," you encourage
but the words do not come
Your eyes;
the soft color of moss growing along the roots of forest trees in the spring
Your mouth;
crookedly amused or set in a straight line...
Love
makes everyone extraordinarily beautiful
She wanted to tell you
Beautiful...
Angela Minard 2016©
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