Reminiscing

Her whispers soar through the air fueled by wind as her eyes capture mine like the Moon and Sun… Soft to touch but as firm as the Colorado terrain when mad. She’s always stunning to observe, even when she’s sad but it breaks my heart. Many years I enjoyed her love, many more years I’ll spend paying in the regret of what’s now left….tears. Tears of joy, tears of love, tears of anger, tears of remorse, tears of hope and tears of hurt. The tears I enjoy the most I’ll never see or feel again. Those were always hers… 

Those tears were scarce and never enough but those tears even she loved, the tears I created her to have when she truly felt loved.