287. 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


from the loneliness

from the silence

breathing rarely.