no single answer

you asked me
everything,
and it was
nothing i
could give.

simply looking
into your eyes,
past the
heartache,
past the
nuance of hurt,
and the flames
of wonder,
was enough.

i could
have
stared
at you
forever -
dreamed
in your
gaze
and led
you
by hand
into the
promise
    of
eternity.

all of those
questions
you had
and not a
single answer.

"i have nothing
to give,"
i said. "i have
nothing but
wonder and
excitement,
      joy
   and
confusion."

you said it would be all right,
that no real answers were
needed.
but i still felt as if i had let you down.

then you said, "your look was enough.
that was all i've ever wanted."

and so we went from there.