If it ends in el-it’s an Angel

Posted on March 31, 2011



I talked to him today, nothing new or unique. Together our laughter was unrefined, yet free. I do not love him, but could grow to do so. We are separated by barriers of what is-but isn’t. 

His eyes are possessed by a sky in summer. He is beautiful; I do nothing to remind him of the fact. He laughs with those eyes, years of happiness marked in their corners.

I will never own him; no more then I will own the air I’ve borrowed. His name ends in -el. The tip of my tongue tickles the roof of my mouth trying to say it repeatedly.

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