There isn’t much to say
I can hear you breathe
and me
hell, I can hear my own heartbeat
and if there was a pin to
drop
I’m sure that would sound like
1,000 roaring lions bearing down on me
cascade of all the waterfalls of our
tremendous gap between lines
of glacier breaking in distance
creak/crack
with an ominous velocity that means I can hardly
breathe
But as it stands
stands
There’s all to play for
Silver chrome reflection of orange
ticking indicator
backslash of wipers
Pause
Look once right
once left
Hold a moment in time for me will you?
Can you just stay still so I can
breathe this in
commit to memory
carve it into every bit and atom of my soul
So I may enter the memory at will
sometimes with grace
sometimes with tears
sometimes with misplaced naïve hope