she begins like a poem-

indigo eyes two billion years old,

laugh tinkling like silver

she reels him in like a mystery-

a mona lisa smile

and ghost ridden eyes

she holds him close like a romance-

arms and legs and lips,

tangled like string

she lets him go like a tragedy-

no goodbye,

just footprints through the snow

-she wouldn't have left those

but for a lack of wings