XIV



he looked at her,

and he wondered how she never lost those bright, sparkly eyes,

even when her face never gave anything away,

even when she always spoke in that soft, modulated voice,

and even when you’d think nothing would really amuse her.

he looked at her,

sometimes she was a swirling vortex,

sometimes she was all straight lines,

sometimes she was space, and all the stars in it

sometimes she was all of that, all together.

he looked at her,

he could close his eyes and would still see her gentle face,

he could run away and would still find that gentle face everywhere,

he could find another girl and would still look for those bright, sparkly eyes.

he looked at her,

for a very long time.

and when she looked at him,

she was all of that, again, all together.