I once believed that my
 	wristwatch has been viewing;
 	recording each second of the
 	past two years--sharing life.

It has known that beyond
 	the initial 300, she's been
 	the focus of my affections's attention.
She's always had me.

My emotions ceased their headless
 	confusion, and files themselves
 	nicely within me.

and When I realized how I wanted to
 	spend the rest of my life, the
 	rest of my life couldn't start soon enough.

She makes sense to me.

I see her only in hands with
 	a future; and whether everyone's destined
to be alone then, she will never
 	have that mediocre pleasure.

She will always have me.

My vertical angle,
my literal angel,
my symmetry.