Your voice is softer than I would have guessed.
Like a wave already broken, soothing the more worried parts of me.
I know you can still hear her whispering to you because I can hear it too.
Your eyes are steady like the calm before the storm.
Blue, except when they’re green.
The manner you were born with has been dampened, tamped down by the endless tide.
And sometimes when you laugh, it glimmers through like hope.
Hair running through my fingers like sand from this castle we built.
A ninety day hour glass slipping through the fabric of our lives.
We found each other poised on the brink of stepping out of our separate belief systems for a moment.
So that you could teach me about doing everything the right way
 and I could show you how the other half lives.
But you let me know what it’s like to be a woman cared for.
For that, I am grateful.