The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover
Chapter Ten: Fallen Angel
And with this
Time stopped in the small community
While everyone who had bought a paper
(And believe me, that day everyone bought
A paper)
Caught their breath
On Simon’s way into town
Each passing car moved in slow motion
And every pedestrian’s glance
Was not a look of disgust
But of amazed confusion
Simon?
The town’s peculiar one?
Can a crooked, shuffling
Familiar stranger
Be the author of inspired words
And the true love
Of the fair Muriel?
Could he be the one
Who had cut his heart open
As with a knife
Before us all?
That day at the diner
Simon was not the ghost
Haunting the back-corner table
But the focus of everyone’s attention
And topic of their whispered conversation
As twelve o’clock drew nearer
Simon’s anticipation increased
And when the door opened
His heart almost ceased to beat
When for the first time
He allowed his eyes to meet Muriel’s
Between each blink
Eternity passed
Muriel felt Simon’s love
She felt peace
She felt whole
Then, as Peter taking his eyes off of the Lord
Sunk into the sea
With faith faltering,
Muriel looked upon the faces of the townsfolk
Feeling their judgment
And her faith in love being shaken
She walked back out the door
As she hurried down the sidewalk
She wept with disappointment
Not in her lover
But in herself
Her detached, offended spirit
Viewed her body from above
As God, beholding a fallen angel
While she sped away
Toward the far country
Simon sat at his formica covered
Back-corner table
For the last time
And wrote one more poem…
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