He knows her mood
by the way she says good morning.
She knows the sadness
that lurks behind his winning smile.
He knows the desires of her heart
and why she can’t quite allow them to be hers.
She knows what he wants next
and what holds him back from moving towards it.
He knows the depth and breadth of her love,
and cries with her when dreams fail.
She chilled champagne and toasted him when he made his dream come true
even though it meant he would leave her.
He sees the best in her, when she can’t see it for herself.
She’s there when things are hard and nights are long and the past looks better than the future.
No vows, no bonds, no claims lay between these two,
just the shared history
of a walk through this life,
its ups and down, its surprises and unexpectedness,
and hands that won’t quite fit together
but hearts that always will.
Because Jeff asked me for a poem, and because I’d do anything for him, now and always.