5.17.2015

11.02.2012








The way you and me
We,
The way we communicate, is something
different. 

Words do not need to exchanged. 
nor does eye contact.
The way, we communicate,
is through our breath.

If you are still breathing, 
and I am still breathing,
then I know,
you still love me.

If we are walking through
a winter night.
and smoke leaves your lungs.
So does your love. 

The rapid pattern,
of your breath,
is the constant reminder,
you know who I am.
and what I stand for.

The way your breath sounds,
over the phone.
in the middle of the night,
breathes words of tired love.

When I look at you,
when we see each other, 
I stare at you mouth,
watching for your breath. 
- November 02.2012

I wrote this a few years ago and stumbled upon it tonight.
I don't mean to be nostalgic. 

Everything is always warm in familiarity.

I wish the best for everyone who is leaving their familiarity. Dress warms Darling, it's cold out there.

-SJT

3 comments:

  1. You are so amazing at writing in a unique and incredible way. Like wow this was so good.

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  2. You do amazing things with words, Sarah. This was beautiful and I'm so glad that you shared it.

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