I wonder if she
Have the same thoughts
As I….
Should I ask?
Why love has not
Taken her hand ?
From a warm soul
That could intertwine
Itself with hers
Just thinking
But with a intense stare
Seconds before I blinked
A tear drops on the floor
But somehow I couldn’t ignore
Before her second tear
Hits her cheek
I knew it
As I wiped it from her face
And I told her
About this empty space
That looked a lot like hers
Sharing our commonality
Telling her long ago my heart
Was impaired and broken
I told her
I had to dislodge this damage
With my own hands
That I had never
Replaced my emptiness
Just added paper
So I wouldn’t
Sound so hollow
When I walked I told
Her I’m ready
For commitment
Asking if she wanted
To be genuinely filled
And what we don’t have
At this moment
We could always
Improvise and build
By Deon Souldier Ballard