Morning Conversations

Morning Air

It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.
– David Levithan

“You’ve got me saying things I shouldn’t say,”
That’s what you told me as the sun hit the horizon.
Quiet conversations only the morning air can hold,
Delicate, like a flower still yet to blossom,
Only touched by the dawn’s dew.

Your words melted into me; through me.
Slow and steady – the wave washed over me.
A tangible stillness hung between us.

It was more than the cool mist giving me goose bumps now.
It was abrupt, unexpected,
An interruption in the middle of my sentence.

And yet your eyes held such gentleness,
Soft, tender – you looked at me as if
you wanted to take care of me for the rest of forever.

And in that moment, I could see
everything that life might hold for us.
But I pretended not to hear your whisper,
I carried on with my sentence,
As if even the most welcomed interruption could not stop me.

You may not know,
But I know.
I heard the words you spoke.
I understood the meaning behind them.
And I know your heart almost as well as I know my own.

For an I love you never sounded so beautiful,
And so heartbreaking, all at once.

s.r.p.

Comments

  1. Chills. I loved this.

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