windowing his soul through his eyes and mouth
wishing the box could be open for more than just
he stares inside
and wishes she was there.
He knows exactly how to picture it
her eyes, two moonbeams winking at his love
her mouth, mirroring his own
weaving into a smile
unlike any other he’d known
her nose, twitching and tickling his cheek
as she leaned in close to breathe on him.
He stares at an empty box
a gift that contains nothing inside
but was made with her very soul.