How easily you get used to complete, unquestioning acceptance. Unalterable kindness. Quietly, they sink into the ocean of a busy life. And sweet comes in countless flavors, too often ignored.

So wrap up the gentle, silky fur of commonplace adoration mixed with the soul of an angel in need, and place it deep, down into your heart. Then forget it dwells there, alone, but patient...loving still.

Years become nothing more than hours and minutes, strung together, one after another, hammering home your ignorance.

Then witness the light of that soul ebb and flicker, weaken to a glow. Still, busy life presses on, easily ignoring the steady drum of tenderness beating next to your heart.

When finally you watch the glow flicker and die and are forced to meet her unwavering stare, you’re at a loss to know.

Where did she go?