Portrait

Unseen, simply drifting through the hours of the day. She seemed to walk through life with ease, just wading in the waters or standing on the shore. I could never figure out which place she belonged. You see, when she walked into the room I lost my composure every time. Her shoes clicked across the tile floors and up the stairs. Time had to move in slow motion because I didn't remember how to breathe or if I ever knew how to speak. Was it the way she swayed when she turned the corner? No, it was definitely the way she spoke when she was nervous; a gentle, beckoning octave above a whisper that demanded my attention.