T - There They Stand, Ignorant to Me

There they stood with love reaching between the electrostatic hairs on their arms growing as they accidentally edge closer.

There they be, lost in a temper of blissfulness tuned away from the ignorance radiating from a nearby guitar and focused into the concavity of each other’s breath.

There they sit as proof that from the dimmest of corners of my special place in misery I can find happiness in the purest form.

There they are with a crooked smile oblivious to the exhausted neighbor dying to reach their point of clarity.

There they stand, statuesque in unknown ignorance, as an inspiration for a man to turn just one more page in the ending saga of surviving.