Between the here-and-now and the hereafter

Some scrawny girl in some old t-shirt wearing endearingly tasteless coke bottle lens glasses only serving to emphasize her deceptively drab piercing brown eyes sitting in my window with the kids trees and fresh cut fields as her backdrop reading a book I’ve never heard of, and don’t need to read because I’m not her, and she’ll tell me all everything I want to know about it through tears not her own later tonight when we speak our first words of the day. God, I love you. I hope I’ve told you how much I love you.