Moving

I'd never seen eyes so honest,
bordered by sun-flecked cheeks
and a brow so delicately arched
I was welling up with it then,
felt the gap between growing
So I drew in and held you closer,
pressed my cheek against yours,
couldn't tell if it was real
until I felt a single tear
run down your nose, and onto mine
gently streaming across my face
I wanted so badly to be closer
but there was no space to fill
Even now, I feel it intensely
the ebb and flow of blood,
the swelling in my chest
whenever I see your face
Yet now the miles are so many,
separating, and make no mistake,
I know you needed to move on
in more ways than one