I chased lines in your eyes
and traced your face with my mind
counted memories like pages
watched them gather like dust
turn like the wind
and change like the seasons
Time passed on
and the lines dug to creases
pulling your skin soft
and creating a new landscape
creased and creviced
faded from opaque
Rose of your cheeks faded to grey
sky of your eyes now glossed
like the winter sea
eyelashes once fanned out
like the leaves of spring
now broken and dead
thrown to our feet
still beautiful
always beautiful
I chased you for
days, months, years
I promised you love
came through with my word
consistent but not always present
Fell backstage
until you needed me to play the lead
I was everything you asked me to be
Try
Just try to chase the lines.
We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.