Nothing matters anymore except a breeze whispering across my skin with tiny licks that love like no human can.
Now I hear only my own breath: alive, patient, calm,forging it's way into another day without her.
I'm overcome with the serenity of losing love, only to find it's always there, hidden, untouchable.
We spend lifetimes in these bodies never realizing just how close to love we really are.
