fourteen

The grey veil tears back to rain down her perfection.  Grace, peace, face, mind, body, soul: immaculate.  The first step is the hardest.  Unknown ground.  Resistance with every move.  The two were drawn together, likthe north and south pieces of a magnet.  Their hearts played a common song.  She found you and you found her.  A special piece made for the other.  You held her in your hand.  The world you craved was now yours.  You touched her face, kissed her lips, perfection was yours. You ask yourself why you let her fly away.  Why did I set her free?  I watched her stretch ehr wings and did nothing to keep her.  I held her and wsn't satisfied.  Now, you sit humbly numb, begging for another chance to hold completeness one last time.