A title too apt for this piece, scrolling through my unpublished list I legitimately wondered whether someone had accidentally written something on the wrong blog! That strange breathless moment when you have no recollection of your own words, I was still in disbelief when I found the original file on my computer.
I hope you enjoy this, reading with what feels like fresh eyes I think this is beautiful, and still don't know how I wrote it.
Your whispered words hum across my lips, like
a fervent promise locked in my heart, taunting in
the way when you know true happiness is beyond your
grasp, the eternally elusive. Teardrops are caught
in the wind, chilling rosy cheeks before they are
cast to the ground. You cannot see her eyes, or risk
your soul to drown in their depths. The layers of
the veil protect the threads of ones heartbeat,
holding it close from desperate hands. As her lips
quiver and lashes flutter out on the calling tundra,
I whisper your words to her now. And a smile breaks
forth with more intensity than the sun, radiating a
warmth that touches my own abandoned solitude until
hers are not the only tears falling in the wind.