I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday

Science only goes so far, then comes God. - Noah Calhoun-

Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

She'd always believed that people come in two varieties: those who look out the windshield and those who stare in the rearview mirror. She'd always been the windshield type: gotta focus on the future, not the past, because that's the only part that's still up for grabs. Mom throws me out? Gotta get some food and find a place to live. Husband dies? Gotta keep working, or I'll end up going crazy. Got some guy stalking me? Gotta figure out a way to stop it.

Don't let fear govern your decision.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable, but her story and mine are different now. It wasn't easy for me to accept this simple truth, because there was a time when our stories were the same, but that was six years and two lifetimes ago.

“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.