first lines.

"it is time to move on", he stepped in.

"trusting is far from knowing, my child" he continued
with wrinkles of laughter in his eyes.

she felt drawn to nod, as to signal that
the statement had been received and understood.
though in truth, the nod felt like lying,
as she knew,
she had barely began to see the weight of the words.

with a gaze, the remission and confirmation came again,
washed over her.

with a mere look he revealed
the uncertainties, fears, frustrations, pride
and drew them to the surface,
made it possible to be clean.
with a mere look he entered in,
made it possible for the trusting to begin.