In the Name of Art

He was the senior product manager from a business in the city

With a convertible and a phone full of acquaintances

Out of town every couple days for work matters

But every Sunday managed to come home for a visit to the city's finest art museum.

She was an "odd job" type, saving up for her dream school's tuition

Riding the bus around town from early age

Her phone contained a few numbers of very close friends 

Who all knew that each Sunday they could find her at the city's finest art museum.

He loved to ask her questions, because he never quite understood

The glee which arose in his veins when she spoke

Because the woman did not simply 'speak',

But recited thoughts in a form of sonnet which offered him a euphoria he had never experienced before.

She hated when he'd ask her questions, because he didn't understand

As if he was waiting for her to feel insecure under his gaze

Naive with his inability of foretelling the hurt in the words he chose

So she responded carefully to avoid further inquiry.

He didn't quite get how someone could enjoy life without a well-off family

Why she loved the same canned spinach he'd fed to his childhood pets

How she was able to smile without knowledge from where her next paycheck would derive

But when he reflected sometimes, he realized he'd rarely seen her smile at him.

She couldn't quite tell why he bothered finding her every Sunday

As he'd immediately open his mouth to exploit her ways of living

Making fun of her family traditions and lack of assets

It came to her mind that he was an evil man more than once.

But there was no use in trying to get rid of him, a stubborn and clingy child in her eyes

As the two walked throughout dimly lit halls, habitually climbing stairs together

To reach the one piece of art they'd admired, long before they had even met

A still in which the frame alone couldn't be replicated by a single hand.

Standing in front of the beautiful work, nothing else mattered to the pair

It didn't matter to him anymore that she wore shoes for comfort rather than style

It, in that moment, didn't cross her mind that he spoke of spending money as if it were an excellent sport

As the vividity of a masterpiece reflected itself onto two sets of eyes, everything was truly 'okay'.

And when one of the two had finished observing, they would wait for the other

Suddenly thankful to have the company the artwork had provided

And she would sometimes smile up at him in gratitude

So he would stare at her, spoiling his eyes further in allowing them to admire the finest of art.