I am Tahasi Massk
As I type, she passes the doorway. I see her eyes looking in fondly to see me engaged with words. Her eyes have a depth that only my longing for her can match. I see them whenever I close mine. Snapshots of glances flash across my mind like an old film. Fast enough to feign motion. Slow enough to see stillness. Moments of passion, love, appreciation, pain, joy, sadness, ecstasy, guilt, elation, anger, relief. They all swirl together in those eyes that shine like the earth after rain.