Poem #13

Her grey eyes are what I see,

as soon as mine are closed.

Her lips kiss all my memories,

Leaving me shaken and exposed.

But this girl holds my heart so close,

With the protection of her own,

That opening up and exposing myself,

Feels safe and less alone.

This poem is hers to read at night,

When my body can’t be there.

Those times that distance roars it’s head,

She’ll know how much I care.

I’m hers to keep in this life,

Plus all the ever afters,

And my broken smile begins to heal,

With each new passing chapter.