Pieces

I feel the pull of the memory, Drawing me in, feeding me, teasing me.

leaving me to sort the feelings as they fall on the floor in no certain order.

piecing together the moment on a clock so long ago.

The beauty of a soul that most would over look. Most would prejudge and scorn.

Pushing this person to a point in which I lost her.

The smile, the touch, the sweet voice of an angel displaced.

Sing me a song I say, the words softly fall from her lips like petals of a rose landing so gently on my heart.

"There is magic all around you if I do say so myself" Simple lyrics that spoke the truth in her heart. I tried to join in the song but she stopped me. This was her moment. This was her heart that she was giving me. Wanting nothing in return other than to let me know what was in this misguided angels soul.

And the moment passed and here I am with the scattered memories, knowing she is gone. A victim of bad decisions and a poorly dealt hand in life. But I place the pieces back together and see now what I over looked so long ago.

Two souls can connect, intertwine, and form a friendship that without words, without actions, without touch. Will bind to the heart and leave an everlasting impression.

vaya con dios