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