Scrying

I looked into her eyes
Like crystal balls

And saw more than just reflections

They were shimmering
With stories not yet written,
As if they already knew the shape my life would take
If she decides to stay

I saw the echoes of laughter that hadn’t happened yet,
Dinners made we have not yet shared

There was no mystery,
Only a quiet certainty

That love could look back
So deeply,
So completely,
That I’d forget I was even searching

Some people go to fortune tellers
I just look at her

And every time,
I see a future
Where I am not alone