278. clear blue skies
the silence
breathing rarely for you and I
no words of nourishment or sadness
– an end to all that.
perfectly aligned
your voice brokered a thought
transported me
to our time
and finished your sentence.
we are lost
you and I
and we know it
but if you ever touch down
maybe I will find you
flinching
from the loneliness
from the silence
breathing rarely.