He(s)

The first He who tickled her heart,
Was the He who sang just too well,
He was but a gracious counterpart,
A friend too fast for a romantic tale.

Then came the He she never expected,
The He who had her heart enchanted,
When He was anywhere close around,
Her heart just couldn’t cease to pound.

Yet He brought more than just heart thumps,
With He, her soul never numbs,
Love, …finally defined,
Passion, …refined.

Perfect moments, how long can it last?
Idyllic dreams, was it that fast?
Like the sun setting in the dusk,
The beautiful times, already a past.

Next was the He who courageously fought,
For her lost soul, He patiently sought,
Reaching her within the maze of dreams,
He vowed her, a perfect world that gleams.

She gave him her hand to lead,
He gave her a shoulder-rest, a blissful sleep,
He promised he won’t, but He did,
He left her a wound ocean deep.

Whenever other ‘He’s recklessly pound,
She couldn’t care less to let herself be found,
And as time passes, ‘He’s drifted away,
She smiled knowing the coming of that day.

On a rocking chair,
A lady so fair,
He brushed her gray hair,
With much tender care.

The photos of memories, the memories of photos,
She lost count of how many ‘Long time ago’s,
She was a mother, now a nanny, but never a wife,
She looks back at the many ‘He’s of her life.

How many came, yet how long they stayed?
How many lived to the words they said?
How many… just how many she wonders,
How many ‘He’s she truly remembers.