Spatial Renaissance

Imagine different timelines with different people

Sweeping rivers and rolling valleys

All comingling and conjoining into different shapes and

Hues and

Patterns and

Then take a step backwards and look carefully at yourself through stained glass

Who are you in the scope of the most ideal?

What does your mind conjure when given the blissful perspective of a stranger?

In my eyes, she looks melancholy. This silly little vessel.

She’s looking off into a distant crevice. It’ll always be a little bit darker over there.

She doesn’t smile often, but when she does, it’s stilted and awkward

As though she never learned how to properly smile. She doesn’t know how to do it quite right.

She has never taken the time to learn how to be content

Or how to love

There were always other objectives of greater importance.

Pitiful thing. Ignorant poet.

But she is my own, and thus I will love her and she will learn.