Her

I sit here in the truck and watch her as she goes into the store; no one else sees it as I do - her grace, the way she reaches for the door handle, an angel among us devils.

I watch her at the counter exchanging everyday pleasantries with the clerk.

Can anyone else see the light?

They don't. I see, I understand.

What a treasure

What beauty among a dull gray background.

My God, here she comes, as she makes for the door.

Looking at me with only a glance,

Wars have been started for such things I feel now.

I think I'll melt into the background.

She reaches the side and sits mere inches from me.

Takes out a pack of cigarettes and I have none. now gives me everything that she wants me to have.

She lays them on the console and looks over at me in such a way that I have not been honored with since.

My God she's beautiful.

Another memory, one of thousands.