I encountered the simplest of experiences
of a saint and sinner, a muse and its pen
perfectly existing for only about a minute
and then vanished.
All while she simply existed
Unassumingly giggling through small talk
And the reason why I scrambled to write on a crumpled napkin is
to tell you that for that minute or so
I was dumbfounded
by a moment of grace
or was it madness
that has not stirred within me for years
Wonderful
How fortunate you came along
for something I yearned but could never find
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
I encountered the simplest of experiences
of a saint and sinner, a muse and its pen
perfectly existing for only about a minute
and then vanished.
All while she simply existed
Unassumingly giggling through small talk
And the reason why I scrambled to write on a crumpled napkin is
to tell you that for that minute or so
I was dumbfounded
by a moment of grace
or was it madness
that has not stirred within me for years
Wonderful
How fortunate you came along
for something I yearned but could never find
