HER EVERY SIN
He didn’t even realize, as he tucked that wave behind her ear,
that he was heaven-sent.
Everything she had ever asked for
was staring back at her in human form.
He was every birthday wish,
made of pink candles,
feeling the hope in her breath
as it brushed past their lips.
He was a random thought she’d had
on a Sunday,
half asleep,
wondering if she’d have to make coffee when he finally arrived,
not just tea.
He was the empty space on the right side of the bed,
the side closest to the door.
He carried that quiet, fatherly kind of protection,
with a hand raised only ever as an offering
to help her watch her step.
He was built from all the love she had ever given to the wrong places.
It flowed through him,
pumped through his veins,
generously poured out
so she would never again feel
as though she wasn’t enough.
He was quietly kind
and never wanted to stand in her spotlight.
Every tear that had fallen from her face
was sewn into his skin.
He knew her heart,
her hurt,
her every sin.
Made in the image of an angel,
he must have been.
He didn’t even realize it:
he was everything she had ever yearned for,
and more.
Comments (2)
I close my eyes preferring the darkness. Beautiful acrostic. Nicely Done!!
This was so poignant. Loved your Acrostic!