There was a time
in the beginning of our relationship
when I thought it best we went our separate ways.
We talked about it over lunch
and Eric was surprised that he teared up at the thought of it.
We agreed to meet
and again, his eyes watered as emotions overcame him.
The third time we discussed it, Eric bought me a large leather journal
and we said I would fill it before we could talk again.
His eyes were filled with tears when we said goodbye
and I wrote for over two months,
never getting to the end of that book and giving in, promising never to be apart again.
Years have gone by
and this week, when Eric looks into my eyes
his fill with tears once more.
I've seen this before.
Eric does this when he is saying goodbye to someone he loves.
It catches him off guard
and he can't verbalize it
let alone, to me.
There is so much Eric isn't saying
and now he's gone
on a one man pilgrimage
searching for something
that he can't
my heart in my throat
while I silently plead with the universe
that while he's away
the answers come
so he can breathe
and find peace.
Find peace, my love.