Between the Lines
He smiled before I left
But I knew those sheets tonight will be crumpled as the sky.
Crumpled in my loneliness, wrapping my body in his almost feel.
I should have let him come, be mine body and soul this evening,
only his words left me wanting.
It was like that guitar he wrote about today,
so musically inclined he is, yet he caught and held that one note from me,
the one that vibrated with love.
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."