her crooked smile.

he moved closer.
did he dare?
her crooked smile.
her bright, enduring eyes.

enduring, because he knew she’d seen it.
seen the pain, the grief, torture.
she’d been ruined and broken
so many times.

it had burnt through her soul
and her eyes exposed the remaining ashes.
but somehow, there was still a light.
it enamoured him.

how did she find that courage?
and did he dare let her
open herself to him?
he wanted to protect her.

as he reached forward
he saw her fear for the first time.
she wanted to protect him.
he watched as his hand lay clasped.

and still.


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