Wings
We were on the beach when he told me.
The sun was setting.
The tide was in.
I believe we were holding hands.
His left foot was touching my right.
His head on my shoulder.
"There's something I need to tell you." Immediately my shoulders tensed And my first thought was no please no.
He felt me.
He felt me tense.
He lifted his head and looked at me.
Really looked at me.
That's when I knew.
It was the exact opposite.
"Will?"
I was incapable of speaking
So I touched his cheek with my fingertips. And I knew he understood.
His eyes told me so much.
They were dark.
And so so deep.
When I first met him they appeared black and broken.
Cracked by force I was unable to find.
But now I know.
They are not broken.
He is not broken.
Not anymore.
"I love you"
Not cracked.
Not broken.
Not anymore.