There he was,
No questions asked.
Because I needed him there.
Two hands lay on my wrist,
Replaced by soft, sad lips.

A memory I could draw forever, if only I could promise my tears wouldn't smudge the page.

That kiss was a plea.

His eyes were scared.
Wishing they could see the future.
Hoping with everything, he could make it all better.
Even the wounds he can't see.

Knowing she felt hopeless, and weak.
Knowing what she thinks of herself.
Knowing it's the opposite of what he sees...

So he waits...

And he shows her, with the look in his eyes.
The touch of his gentle hands, he feels her.
The sound of his voice, so soft and patient, he tells her.

And in his arms,
She's safe.
And he knows it.

That embrace was a promise.

And he loves her,
Because he knows me.