Seraph Short

When I watch her walk, it's as if I'm watching an angel glide across the floor. With each step closer I cant help but notice how she gracefully places one foot in front of another in such a way that I have never seen a woman do. My friends all think that I am crazy because they don't happen to see the way that my angel unfurls her wings when she walks into a room. They can’t see it in the way that I see it. It’s as if the mouths of heaven and hell opened and created the perfect being. Every ounce of her is perfect, even in her imperfections I have found perfect asymmetry. Every moment with her is a moment spent not worrying about life. When she is in my room I feel as if all of the world could burn to the ground and I wouldn’t care to notice. The oceans could overflow, I would swim until I found her and in her arms I could allow myself to let go. She is my Alpha and Omega.

When I think about her my mind's eye is blinded by the very thought of her smile. A halo wrapped around her head glowing as if she had enough power to light up the sun and still glow in a way only she could do. When she leaves I listen to the Coltrane album she bought me. No words can be thought of to describe my loneliness, simply a melody and a saxophone. As she leaves my small single, one foot in front of the other – gliding, I feel the pressure of the world once again placed on my shoulder as if, by somehow some way her walking thru my doorway somehow transforms me into Atlas. All I can do is listen and wait. Painting pictures in my mind of stories that have either happened or are yet to occur. And these stories are painted in shades of blues because she is gone. I could play it a million times over but each time it feels as if it is the first time I've realized, he's right.

But, when she returns I am as light as a cloud. All the burdens of life lifted from my shoulders and we are trapped in a time warp, because no matter how long she's around me I never feel as if we spend enough time together. Sands of time fall just a bit too quickly and I find myself struggling to remember that I have to let go, trying, at times (a bit too hard) to retain her for just a second longer so I may gaze into her eyes one last time.

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