Ok my grandma says I'm a good poet –rolls eyes- so I'm going to see what everyone else thinks.
I Promise
I look at her.
She doesn't notice me.
She stares straight ahead.
There is fear in her eyes.
I look at him.
He looks away.
No one moves, all is silent.
Will he look again?
Her presence is comforting.
I can hear her breathing.
My eyes turn to her once more.
She is looking back.
I feel safe with him near.
All the world feels right with him.
He stares into my eyes.
I don't want to look away.
It feels like she sees, and knows my every thought.
But she can't know.
If she did, she'd know how much I love her.
Then again, perhaps she does, otherwise she wouldn't look at me like that for so long.
I could be lost in those eyes forever.
They seem to sparkle in the dim light of the ship.
It's all so clear to me.
I love him.
Her eyes brim with tears as the ship sways a little.
I gently whip them away as they fall.
She is scared.
I wrap my arms around her.
His embrace is warm.
I can't help but to continue weeping.
Fear mars the sweet surface of my joyful emotions.
I bury my face into his shoulder.
I will not let anything happen to her.
She continues to cry.
I caress her back slowly.
Everything will be alright Françoise.
I promise…