A book of poems and short stories

Let him go

The day I met him was the day i truly took a breath
He was all my gaze could capture
All I could see in that moment
Our moment
I stare and stare and stare and then...
so does he
He sees me
He sees all of me
His eyes wander over me
They consume me whole
Tearing at any crevasse my being might be harboring
And I just stood
I could feel my soul shaking
Stilling myself I forcing my gaze away but
He was all my gaze could capture
Everything else lacked focus
It all centered around him
He was the sun
I the earth
And every other person and thing the moon
We were stuck in our moment
I calm and let my self fixate
And know his every feature since...
He was all my gaze could capture
As I access his everything
His hair stood out to me
Long, Blonde and curly
Could he be Shirley's grandson
Because he had her temple curls
I realized I loved his hair
The softness and femininity of his hair juxtaposed the fierceness and masculinity of his eyes
He had a scar
Weren't scar's supposed to ruin one's face ?
Why did his bless his ?
Was he so supernatural that he could just transcended societies limitations on beauty ?
I believe he was
I saw him
I can still see him
He was all my gaze could capture
Not just his external but also every crevasse his being might have hidden
Now we were even
So I smiled and my gaze finally let him go