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

Like love

Real love.