Breathe
She Was On His Mind Like A Song On The Radio
She said it softly—
not as a confession,
but as something elemental,
like the wind admitting
it moves the treetops.
“Communicating with you
Is as natural as breathing,”
And he has always
breathed her in—
each word she gave,
a lungful of meaning,
Of validation and celebration,
each reply he offered,
a quiet exhale of
Hope for understanding.
But there was never a
Need for explanation.
No scrambling for the
Perfect phrase.
Just thoughts curving
Toward one another
Like vines in the same wind.
Ideas drifting back and forth
Like streams over stones
That knew their way even
If they didn’t understand
The destination.
Now he sits,
pen in hand,
lungs still full
of what she left in him,
writing not to be heard,
but to remember
how it felt
to be fully
understood.
To be seen.
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