I look into his eyes and see what others do not.
I see strength and honesty, hope and love but also
hurt and disappointment.
He has the physique of a man, a strong, dependable man
but his eyes tell me a different story.
With the eyes of a mother, I see the child behind this man.
The one who is still left with the hurts of the past,
who tries so hard, loves so much, feels so deeply.
She was the one who felt vulnerable,
but he is the one who was.
Sadness and tears envelope my heart and soul when I think of him.
The man left behind,
in spite of it all,