there are times when your way of looking straight through my soul overwhelms me and tosses me into a silent frenzy. and i remember that you are a rarity, in the way you gracefully trip through life and occasionally push me into a standstill. and i remind myself to tuck you deep inside, somewhere close to my heart, so that you can feel it. feel that my love for you is a rarity. and i will keep you there for awhile, until the morning when you take a sip of your black coffee and decide to gracefully trip into your scarlet dreams. dreams of a future too dappled with starlight for me to watch for more than a glimpse. and i’ll smile and watch as i’m left with a handful of vanilla-drenched memories and a last breath full of you.