Some point of life you stop
Reality escapes realism most times
Then you are left with fragments
Only pieces of what you thought was whole.
Tenderness, like touching his cheek
For the very first time
Or kissing her forehead
Just before she goes to sleep.
Someday there will be a reason for you
Maybe today is just not it.
Tomorrow may release something
Unexpected for both of you
A reason to shine brighter