My Darling Evaleen

My Sweet Eveleen

My Sweet Darling Eveleen.

Her smile was as bright as the sun in June.

Her skin clearer than the Maldives and her skin softer than Vicuna.

Her body as dainty as a feather dancing through the soft wind on a warm day in March. 

My darling's mind...

It was a strong as an ox, as demanding as a boss, as agile as a cheetah, and as mischevious as a raccoon but none the less she was perfect for me...

I loved her more than I loved the way my arms move to grab a bottle of whiskey.

I loved her more than I loved the way my legs moved as I tap danced away my feelings of dread.

I loved her more than I feared the way the sea currents moved on a nearby beach. As I sit atop the highest point,  kicking my feet as I take my finally gulp of Hennessy.

I loved her more than I feared the feeling of numbness as I lay motionless on the floor of my one bedroom apartment...

Where I only think of my love...

My love Eveleen.

But she never loved me.