she stepped in his home

sitting at the angle of the table so she could be near him

what’s his name? he asked


sitting on a park bench

the sound of her tears muffled by the rustling autumn leaves


there is someone else

he heard her whisper

he wants what I want

you will always be special to me

hush, he responds

I will always be there to take you back

she sat in his arms and cried not wanting to let him go

but he knew it was best for her


and in the darkest hour of the night

he did, open his door to her

when she returned

only saying I hate seeing you like this

but I’m proud of you


you’re beautiful he sais


your soul grows more and more beautiful each time


time and time again

they found each other

amidst the highs and lows of life

despite the years

their resolve got stronger

he’s one of those

she whispers

one of those who just knows things

my favourite kind