He drinks himself to a place that is comfortable in his own head but to others, the one’s that seemingly love him, hammer and pound, whip and poke, burn and hang, because they are considering themselves.
Reality changes and he finds him in a small and out of the way club that plays Jazz every night. The singer is middle aged though attractive and her voice carries the band through every set.
The singer continues to make eye contact with the woman with the sparkling eyes, the one who is in love. She knows love because she sings of love every night to crowds of packed houses, depending on the night.
He has his last wine and cannot believe the woman sitting across, her eyes flashing lights he has never encountered before, a feeling of familiarity, as she whispers that she loves him more than life itself.
The band plays a tune known to both of them, “S’wonderful”, and all becomes right between them. All conflict dissipates in a cloud of nothingness.
Their love becomes something beyond understanding, a freak of nature, and a wonderful mistake.
This must be love he thinks because he is drowning in her scent, her skin, her lovely smile.
He finds that her sparkling eyes, that utter joyful look, have captured his heart.
The night ends in an alcohol haze, but he remembers her smile, her eyes and the beauty of her heart.
Lost but never alone, because of the memory of her eyes, her smile and the touch of her lips.
‘This is love’, he thinks.
Falling asleep, falling into her dreams, her eyes, her love…
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