Absence

Her eyes are
like the snowflakes
he never got to see.
Every muscle aches with
each minute of her absence.
Because he fell in love with
the way she opens her eyes in the morning
and the way she never shut up about books.
She was almost perfect.
But she didn’t understand that he had no words
he could not express his love,
for it was greater than words.
She did not see
how his eyes sparkled with fascination
for everything she did.
He loved to watch the pen move in her hand
and her fingers fiddle with her rings.
She made him calm
but she did not feel
the love in his heart
because she didn’t know how.
And that’s the saddest thing of all.