She reminded him of spring.

Some days were warm.

Though in the sky, clouds hung about, all that matter was that the sun was out.

These days were bright and so were her eyes.

In them, these days, he could see light.

He loved these days, and loved her too.

She reminded him of spring.

Most days were cold.

The sun would stray behind stormy clouds.

These days were dark, as was her mind and her eyes.

He wouldn't let these days be their demise.

He hated these days, but would help her through.

And though she didn't always say it; she loved him too.

And even in her silence,

He knew.

- BPW //  April 13, 2014