Soft in the Middle

by Shelby Eileen

how do you mourn the loss of a love you never spoke out loud never felt with your own two hands?

it is my desire to hold your hand to cradle your cheek to stroke your hair to give you the world

it’s like you woke me up made me see sunsets in every pair of brown eyes none compare to yours all the rest are beautiful too, it’s just that yours are made of pure starlight

is that beauty is not pain beauty is simply there everywhere any place you are willing to let light shine

you’re beautiful you make me happy the world is a better place because you exist

I think people are like stories and when they write you into their lives that’s something to be thankful for even if it’s just for a chapter I’m so glad to have pages with your smile on them

read the palms of your hands knowing, under thin skin, lies your soul

read the stars in the sky they’ve been telling us who we are since before we were born read the world around you and you’ll find there is nothing you can’t learn