His Soul

I stand by the window watching searching for any sign of him. I close my eyes and count to three. One. Two. Three. I feel it. He has arrived, somewhere in the house, he's here. My body turns cold, awaiting his next move. It's dark in the room, no light anywhere. Very slightly the door eased open. Still looking out the window, I feel his presence. I am blind and numb. I see with my soul. I feel with my heart. My love for him has never went away. Together we stand in each others arms. His soul knows mine, as mine his.