She resembled the Mona Lisa. The shape of her lively honey brown eyes. The fullness and curve of her lips. It almost seemed Da Vinci painted her instead, a spitting image they call it. I could not believe my eyes, I was looking at My Mona in the flesh. She smiled like she knew what I was thinking. Her name was Theresa though, and I had one short evening with her. I only paid for 5 hours until she had to leave me in my misery and be with another man. This was her job but she will always be My Mona.

I can hear Braille
I can see Morse
I can taste the stars
And touch the clouds

I can feel the earth shake when
I scream and shout
Thrashing about, when I yell out
The world is too large for me and you
I have no clue what to do

Do I sacrifice all that I've done
Just for us to join and be one?

I'm sorry but now I must go
Out of the world
To save my beloved
It was nice to feel the world
In its entirety