I wanted somewhere to settle her words,

though they would not reach her eyes

anytime soon I suppose. They need to

land where her energy might speak, in the 

mildest manner, like an after thought.

No longer could the fantasy hold,

beyond the notions left in his head.

Her life would go forward now,

and his own, continue to find meaning.

A sweet melancholy hangs in the air,

his eyes, searching only hers to be sure.

This really is a story of the every man,

no singular tale can be attached.

It’s when love has been felt for a 

brief time in the lives of all of us

who will endure the human condition.

She can speak freely now forever

a sweet shadow her own diadem.