She sleeps as the moonlight illuminates her bed, <br />Her dog asleep at her side. <br />And in her dream, <br />He is walking hand in hand with her, both blonde as mistaken siblings, <br />Along the misty Rhode Island shore, <br />Her place of peace, a place she longed to show him. <br />And through her soft overgrown bangs blowing across her blue eyes, <br />She faces him and gently cups her hands on his face, <br />She looks into his eyes, although he will not look into hers. <br />She calmly says, <br />I believe I am the one woman you'd never need to fear. <br />She doesn't try to convince him any further. <br />She understands his resistance, understands his fears, his silence. <br />She accepts all that as a part of who he is. <br />It is unspoken, where they both belong in their separate worlds. <br />As she never asked for him either. <br />She gives him the most genuine and sincere smile. <br />Taking his hand in hers again and together they continue to walk, <br />Barefoot in the warm sand. <br />And her dream is over, <br />She awakens in the moonlight, still illuminating her bed, <br />A single tear falls onto her pillow. <br />Because she forgot to tell him, <br />She doesn't know how to let him go. <br /> <br />(January 2008)<br /><br />Cathleen Hodgkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-resistance-of-her/
