Para siempre.

I asked the man working behind the counter with you
what your name tag read.
He told me simply,
"Forever."
At that, he was gone and I was left standing there,
like a kid that missed his bus,
stranded on a street corner,
my hands shoved sheepishly in my pockets.
I searched for the change that could mean the difference...
between a ride home and walking,
The difference between mediocrity and my hopes and dreams.
"Forever."
When you made your way to me,
this was the only thing I heard.
A whisper of your allure that shattered into the eternities.
My mind let no other thought or word in.
All my senses were gone and only the resonating impact of the word remained.
The one word to describe your beauty, your grace, your soul.
Forever.
My silence had no effect on you,
you continued as if I had spoken in reply.
My gaze being lost in the subtle movements of your hands.
You spoke to me as if I could accomplish something for you,
I made a gesture of some sort, and you thanked me.
Forever was your calling,
For-ever was my gratitude in being acknowledged.
As our spirits drew closer together, I did not quite understand what was written on your tag.
"How does that say Forever. -?" I asked.
"It doesn't." You laughed.
"It says the same thing as the wind as it whispers through your hair...
the same thing that is heard in a child's laugh,
in a parent's scorn,
or a lover's smile.
My name is Forever.
Yet, it is so much more."