Darling Nikki

Sleep overshadowed her in the early evening again. I sit and stare into her peaceful face as I ponder who she really is. Each day a new blossom unfolds waiting to bear fruit I haven’t tasted yet. I think I know her, but do I?

Some days I could finish every sentence she can’t find the words to finish, others we speak a different language that the other can’t comprehend. She’s comfortable enigma to me. A familiar mystery. Crystal clear confusion.

So this is what I do. Sit and stare. Trying to comprehend her as one would try to comprehend eternity.