Tuesday

I love how the light filters through the air
lighting up your insecurities
I look at you
and decide This isn’t the time
You wouldn’t hear beyond my voice:
my breathing, my lost heartbeats
the sunshine and the grasses
the sea and the sky
suspended in infinite spaces
You wouldn’t hear them.

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