when we met, the colors and the sounds of everythingness faded away until there was nothingness. it was 11:30 and you were beautiful.

when the early morning light crashed through the blinds and landed on your sleeping face, it was 8:30 and you were beautiful.

when we went to the mountain that day and played in the sky, your smile shone so bright i thought it might never dim-- it was 4:30 and you were beautiful.

the night we had gas-station sushi and you spent hours bent over the toilet, i held your hair and you smiled a thank-you at me with dribble on your chin.
by god... it was 2:30 and you were beautiful.

now i hold your hand, cool and soft and decorated with decade-old kisses from the sun. your eyes are closed.

it was 9:30 when you left me, and you were beautiful.

to me, she is the throne that she sits upon.

they say love is like religion, so with good days on my mind i fall to my knees and remember the day we met

that day, a colorless husk of who i am opened the door to that hallway where she stood

that day, sound and color poured into me with one word: "hi"

i knew then that i would never let her slip through my fingers

everything about her feels right-- like the first breath of cool air after being underwater for too long.

i know her smile so well i can see it in my sleep.