Stay

Something in the way she looks into my eyes, so deeply so much need...It tells me to run, to get away. But in that same glance is a world of mystery, excitement, a world I know can not be good for me, but yet I long to stay.
I find myself resting in the knowledge that she needs me, wants me. At the same moment my rest is disturbed by fear. Fear of not truly seeing deeper into her eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but her soul is closed for business, curtains drawn tight... a do not enter sign hangs at the door. I stand outside like a wet puppy in a storm. The hope in my eyes fades with each rain drop that falls. I know I should turn and run...but I don't. I stay...


I'm battered, torn. Every muscle in my body screams for relief. I want to know her, her to know me. She smiles, but it reveals nothing. A statue made of ice.


Her words dance across the night "I love you" but the meaning is not there, hidden like her heart. I draw my bow, placing my arrow in the quiver I release "I love you". My words, aimed at her, shatter as they hit the ice. I scramble to piece them back together, but they are lost. Her eyes close, her head dances backward as she laughs. Deep, guttural, almost growling...Her icy hand touches my shoulder, s shiver runs up my spine. In that moment the desire to run leaves me, and the realization I have found home covers me like a warm blanket. I breath deep...I stay.