in the glint
of your eyes
the hint
of a smile
on those full lips
one hand caressing
your hair
the other firmly placed
on a hip
the tilt of your shoulders
almost a shrug
there
here
the promise
of things to come
invitations
the letter
I did not expect
the honesty within
a heart open
a promise
in the picture
of your eyes
so soon
too soon
for an old heart
grown weary
these many years
from home