Every electrified particle and atom of matter
Every casual brush of clothing, accidental
Every workaholic stressor with creases round his eyes
Every unassuming comment made with darkened, laugh lined smiles
I can see your face, all made of Greek letters and stormy Michelangelo pencil strikes.
I see you.
My dear, last night I lay in the grass and you were there in the night. I closed my eyes and you asked me, "Are you happy?" I wasn't sure.
My dear, I caught your eye across the street and fought the crowd to find you, but when I arrived you were gone.
My dear, I saw you across the street and waved at you, a smile on my face and electric bones. You waved back and in that moment I saw you more clearly than I ever had. You are infinite.