this morning #855.

this morning, across a cluttered kitchen table, i tried to take in all of the contours of her face. inch by inch. a formulation of flaws & fascinating features that built up her brilliant beauty. jet black hair with a couple greys poking through above a classic construction. cheekbones for days sitting sturdy below a button nose & arresting blue-eyed gaze. her left eye set a tiny bit lower. lips partially pouted at all times. little wrinkle lines starting to form at the corners. her chin. fin. i knew that we wouldn’t be this age forever. beauty fades but it usually fades before the mind, so i wanted to really firm up my memory of her in her prime. i wanted to have that image for a long time after it no longer was.