i didn’t realize
i was crying for so long,
clothes drenched,
keyboard soaked,
sitting here forever
in the space between
the end of a day – not
yet night and you
hold my hand,
telling me it’s not darkness,
reaching out, that
your lips won’t stop
searching mine
for the words
we never said and
the music is loud from
my headphones; i forgot
how it sounds when birds
chirp love into the air,
how it feels
when my hair starts to curl,
when there’s space to dance
between two breaths
and nothing but
rhythm, solace, wind -
and silence – a moment
growing wild like weeds
in enraptured gardens
and i’ll be gone with the last song ..
