Our Father - Movement 3

Give us this day
our daily bread:

I check my watch…its broken. Ha.
Im sitting down, but I crane my neck to see out the door.
3:20pm, that’s when she comes by.

…waiting…

I need to see her every day; just that glimpse keeps me going. It refills my canteen on my journey.

Of course she’s not mine, but for that moment (just that split second inside 3:20pm) I look upon beauty in its rawest, most innocent state. Like staring into the sun…burns me up (yet shines on my soul).

Its not love, but it’s the closest thing I got. She makes…wait, shut up!

…thhheeeeere she is…

That angelic girl walks past the door. Her stride, her fragility; I want to protect her even before I hear what I’ll be protecting her against.

Lol what would I protect her against? She’d protect me.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen her…I feel myself again. My mana, my life-force. I am rejuvenated and at the same time, left with barely the energy to move my head back to its original position

To wait…

…for the next 3:20pm.