QUIET

My body, My existence, Seems to be a lost dialect for most people, but for her, the words and syllables simply roll off her tongue

She makes the loneliness go away…

I often fantasize about exploring her depths, jumping into a pool of her, laying on the bottom and grinning as I observe the air bubbles rise back to the surface

She is mesmerizing, like watching dust float through the sun rays of an open window, like witnessing lightning streak across the dark sky of an evening thunderstorm she...

Makes the loneliness go away

And while I will gladly pick endless bouquets for her from the flowers left behind with every step she takes, I figure that a being as rare as her, a being as astonishing as her, she deserves to be left alone

So I will love her with my tongue swallowed and make the most of the moments I am honored with her presence

I will drink water to give my vocal chords the best chance not to trip up, I’ll dress in my best smile, making sure the color is folded over, it’s tie straightened up, and when I see her, I will say “Hello”, ask her how she’s doing, and tell her not to be a stranger

And as I walk away, I’ll only hope she didn’t see or hear my heart hammering in my chest