
After you pull yourself away from their looks.

When you can stop admiring their upbringing.
If you pause from thanking God for their being.
After the lines and the crowds
and the waiting and the anticipation.
Way after your heart has filled to capacity.
Later, when you’ve reveled in the feelings of love,
happiness
and devotion.
When you take away the endless playfulness that is Ignazio,
the gleam in Gianluca’s eyes,
the smile on the perfect lips of Piero.
After you wipe that smile off your own face.
There’s still the music.
~Marie
