Aveene

He was there somewhere.

I felt his eyes.

 

But I couldn't help

Accepting this field.

 

Filled with flowers so beautiful.

So delicate.

 

Just like me.

And somehow, he knew.

 

I was afraid to meet his eyes.

Yet, curious.

 

They were dark like shadows,

But comforting.

 

It was then, I took a glance

At him this time.

 

Jacob,

He was.

 

And I,

Aveene.