GLITTER

 

GLITTER

She works the sink, back to me,
hands circling plates, rinsing away
what she never says.Laundry done. Beds perfect.
Daily routine—her quiet disguise.Her light falls only on me,
steady, unspoken, heavy.Yet in the brown eyes she gave me
a small, stubborn glimmer holds—
proof some spark still lives.Sundays we trade weather,
never the real question.Sometimes her secret heart shows
for a moment. I keep it close.Her light still finds only me.
Those eyes still carry the ember.
So I choose to see gold
where time has worn her thin—
because choosing gold
keeps us both capable of shining.All that glitters isn’t gold.
But I see gold in her.
And that keeps the glimmer alive.