There it rests.
A wet and salty smudge of bleeding ink and paper
Forever engrained on this page
As an eternal bookmark to the very place
Where I felt your thoughts meander across the strings of my heart.

Captured;
A moment in time of disbelief
That something so simply put as "beautiful"
Could possibly become from another human mind.

The spot will dry, yet the smudge will remain
To forever remind me
That every once in a while
It is possible to really, truly Feel.