HER EVERY SIN
He didn’t even realize, as he tucked that wave behind her ear,
that he was heaven-sent.
Everything she had ever asked for
was staring back at her in human form.
He was every birthday wish,
made of pink candles,
feeling the hope in her breath
as it brushed past their lips.
He was a random thought she’d had
on a Sunday,
half asleep,
wondering if she’d have to make coffee when he finally arrived,
not just tea.
He was the empty space on the right side of the bed,
the side closest to the door.
He carried that quiet, fatherly kind of protection,
with a hand raised only ever as an offering
to help her watch her step.
He was built from all the love she had ever given to the wrong places.
It flowed through him,
pumped through his veins,
generously poured out
so she would never again feel
as though she wasn’t enough.
He was quietly kind
and never wanted to stand in her spotlight.
Every tear that had fallen from her face
was sewn into his skin.
He knew her heart,
her hurt,
her every sin.
Made in the image of an angel,
he must have been.
He didn’t even realize it:
he was everything she had ever yearned for,
and more.
Comments (9)
Your lines have such an emotional impact on me when I read- excellent work!
Oof this is heavy. You’ve really gone in on the idea of “silence as absence” in relationships or after them, and “'evermore' is a bullet embedded in my skin” is a wonderful line. It’s that idea of something that was supposed to bind, now wounding. Good luck in the challenge Poppy!
*Deep sigh* Well that was heavy... that final line just ended me, it hit so hard. That's going to echo in my mind for a while. Great work Poppy!
Beautiful and heartbreaking. Great work!
Well done… different slant on the challenge ✅
Holy cow this poem stabs at heart and inner emotions!
Powerful ending!!!💕❤️❤️
Very nice Poppy. Excellent work!
Beautiful, and that last line hits hard. Well done.