he would love her

He would love her until the last person spoke her name forever,

if it weren’t for her,

there would never have been an empty space,

or the need to fill it.

If the universe is infinite so would be the exchange of glances from across the room,

so would be the warmth

in every smile and laugh.

He would love her until the heavens become so old,

the very mention of Earth becomes a myth,

she’s the only thing he ever saw that did look like something blooming,

flowers would pale in comparison to her smile,

one that made the day worth living,

her beauty was not in the face,

it was a light in the heart

and even that was an understatement.

And one day, she would ask him, “Whose life is more important,

mine or yours?”

He will say “Mine”,

and she will walk away not knowing,

she is his life.

He would take her fears and insecurities,

and turn them into the likeness of a joyful spirit,

so years from now she will truly dance when the Earth takes her limbs,

while she stands naked in the wind,

melting into the sun.

How unfortunate it is for him to love something

even Death can touch,

and how ironically terrible it is for Death to be taken by something

even love can touch.

His pain would be the breaking of the shell that encloses his understanding,

and could he keep his heart in wonder at the daily miracles of his life,

his pain would not seem less wondrous than his joy,

but she is gone

and that is the searing scar that will brand his character until he stops loving her.