he sits.
not even aware of the fact that my eyes are tattooed to his face.
I quickly lower my head--only to peek again.
the sigh
the sigh--
the small, sweet breath that is expelled through the beautiful lips-
it has been released thru frustration-
perhaps it escaped through deep breath.
the sigh.
warm and purposeful-yet it’s life is so short. the wind shall steal it before it can
make its way to my ears. before it finds my senses it cries in its fading, although
I cannot hear it--
how do I know its there?
the sigh
I can see you-
I saw you escape-I saw you released-I saw as you tried to find me
but then you left without a word.
the sigh-
ill wait for your family’s arrivals.
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