Words come to her through the softness of his whispers
A million emotions fly to and through their breaths
Gliding through stories, written and untold, only to hide
Behind the tears that rise and spill over
Salt in unbeknownst wounds, wet on wet, uncomfortable
Sliding quietly onto her care worn, war torn cheeks
Perceived these, he did
Enough to send them gushing
Reached out the best he could.
Briskly wiping them away
Whisking away her feelings
As promptly as they arrived.
Tell me your stories that I may find mine, she says.
Share with me my broken heart that's been long forgotten
Yet beckons, even begs, to be reclaimed.
Give me back the part of my heart I gave to you
That I might have it to lose again another day.
Memories breed, forging new ones in their moment.
The night whispers of love and friendship tried and true.
Every breath spent recounting this broken heart's start—it's end.