the day I first saw her was not the day we met not a single spotlight moment nor love at first sight I mean the first time I really saw her I saw her crows feet crinkle in the sun a marmalade may in central park decades after we fell in love I watched her steadfast hands cup a child, our child tight to a bare breast; as she lifted her eyes to mine opal windows brimming with pride the dark fell away in sheets and yet I gazed on as liver spotted hands clutched hungrily at mine IV tubes and all, as if trying to hold me in this world just one moment more the day I first saw her everything changed
❤️ deep feeling