and...how many days?

How many days til it was none and then a whisper?

Echo, empty, you were here but not really...

and I listened to the Chopin that you didn't understand

and looked at you with eyes that you didn't understand

and acted in ways that you didn't understand

and felt things for you that you didn't understand

and saw beauty in you that you didn't understand...

and you didn't understand but it was love...

and someday you'll understand... when you're not scared and your spirit dives and soars

and hears only what your heart wants...

and the only fear you taught me was that you can't ever really have what you feel you'll ache to death without;

you can only have it for as long as it wants you, too.