We don’t speak of this gap between us. Or the miles between our breath–
The same breath that dances on the napes of necks, shoulders. While
blowing softly, a wisp of hair away from the corner of a lip.
It too, sits bare, unnoticed.
How can one be so content, and yet empty at the same moment?
How can your heart pound in my ear,
Yet, you be a thousand miles away.
Somewhere I can’t ever fully reach you, or know you.
Even though, I so desperately want to.
We both felt it, I think.
This hushed cleansing.
We swallowed it up with the morning sun, along with the dust blowing in our faces.
Perhaps this emptying is good.
A start to something bigger.