So sudden and so clear,
like an angel’s light,
the sight that met my eyes.
You were leaving in the morning
after the rain came down.
There was sun behind your exit.
You stood seconds in the door
and you cut a perfect silhouette,
burned into my heart
from that moment forward.
Your hair,
how it softly framed your face,
as carved from rarest stone.
The curve of your neck and breasts,
waist and hips,
now etched into my soul.
You cast
the perfect silhouette,
like a spell on my mind
and parted from me
beautifully;
no pain in our divide.
I used to see things differently.
I used to fear the part
when you’d walk out of that door
and leave that absence in my heart.
Your touch will always
linger on,
so even when you’re gone
my mind still holds that image
of you against the dawn.
A memory of art.
An angel in the light,
you cut a perfect silhouette
out of the fabric
of my life.
HG – 2016
