you are my second chance. you sometimes catch me staring adoring, amazed you probably think i’m a little bit strange
but for a heart that was bruised, undernourished cast aside, you are an anchor, a safe haven a place of trust, of peace a well that runs deep
i catch your eyes in private moments, not quite so open as mine, but deep, utter, abandoned joy—reciprocated. all the more precious because you chose to let me in. always present, but not so carelessly strewn about like mine
second chances are rare, sparkling precious like the sea in the afternoon sun never, ever unguarded not from fear, but worth we know the value of what we have
Heather Pound 