She, An Acquittance

Candid candour,
Brave look, and I have stolen some future.
Sweet stolen haze.
Kind of familiar but fleeting.
A certain look in the eye, and my comforts are promised.

It is the missing link, the missing piece in our epic saga soap opera.
I have been searching in vain,
It was hard.
But in this she,
It is some different metaphor.
Fear of vast possibilities hold I at ransom.
Suddenly, reality is too real and giving in and surrendering completely is some daunting chore.

She, an acquittance is gone.
Again.