they held each other close.
like if they let go,
they would slip away.

they stared longingly into
each other's eyes,
gazing within
their souls.

"i love you"
he whispered.

she squeezes his hand.
"i love you too"

he leans down and presses
his lips to hers.

but he doesn't feel
a kiss back.

this is the importance
of perspective.
people crop out the truth.

don't sugar coat anything.
it's life; destiny.

they hold each other close
on a hospital bed.
afraid that if they let go,
her life will slip away.

they stare into each other's
eyes longingly
because that is the last
thing she wants to see.

his eyes are sad; a reflection
of his soul.
she was dying.
he could see it in her eyes.

"i love you"
he whispered, tears
threatening to fall.

she squeezes his hand weakly.
"i love you too"

he leans down and presses
his lips to her chapped ones.

but he doesn't feel
a kiss back.

this was life; destiny.

-ea