I’ll Have The Special

I have a friend.

She's special....

Like sometimes I'm not sure she's altogether there. But i know she looks for me.

It's something developmental. This relationship, from point to point. Touche.

The way her gears are working, loosely fitted, but somehow tuned to my personal stereo with extra subwoofer, the bass and treble in such fine tuning and volume setting as to get that Sound Pressure... you know, the whole-body reverberation.

I can't say why, but she makes me so very important in her life. Sometimes, I begin to think maybe it's a burden, inexplicable; yet it can't be shaken. Peregrine. but i see her so miniscule, peering from under the shade of my wingspan. I chide myself like we're sheltering in place, strange species near extinction.

This odd emotion catches her face when she's checking in... curiosity...? or chasing of a madness that, somehow, she has attributed to me... And when she feels reassured that we're pushing the sweepstakes envelope, adequately enough, she's somehow absurdly pleased and warmed! though the matches are burning down to the tips, leaving not even ashes...

Ideas, she suggests.

I think that's it. That's the difference. There is nothing really between us. Memories of our own invention. Stories. Categorical, yet unlabeled. We're walking a tight rope. Neither is sure how much the other knows, and asking is not only futile, but detrimental. Maybe it would shatter the understanding that we have, of a moment, of a shared yet withheld breath. Each taking in a depth, emotion. Awestruck.

She reminds me, that I remind her, thoughts have consequences. That actions, no matter how distant have meaning, intention. To stir the Soul.

With the vital importance of paying attention.