Sometimes the beauty of a moment falls from the back of my memory  so unexpectedly that it steals my breath and awakens my soul, transporting me back to that day. The sounds of the city, the smell of the ocean and the feeling of your lips on mine. I reach up to touch the lingering pressure of the memory as it fades as quickly as it came and I am left to wonder…do I slip into your thoughts the way you always seem to move into mine.

To love…


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I fell in love with her eyes and the way they looked deep into my soul. I fell in love with the way her hair fell over her forehead when she would lean forward to laugh. I fell in love for the way her heart broke for the world and how she would cry in silence for the heartache of strangers. Her compassion was staggering and her presence was magnetic. Her temper unbridled and broken all at once. Her touch was something from a dream..lingering as you woke.  Time seemed to slow when she looked my direction. That smiled that dimmed the sun. 

“The only thing

I knew is that

I was a second,

and she was eternity.

I spun in clocks and

she swirled in stars and


I did not deserve her”

~Christopher Poindexter