A pause, a break, a lull in the lifelong conversation, time and space to breathe apart without the constant interchange of emotion and messages through the heavy air. Introspection. Silence. Waiting for the vibrations to silence themselves between. Thinking. Wondering. Hoping. Praying. Was it real, or sensory overload? Sounds and light bouncing to and from, reverberating from flesh to flesh.
It was real. I felt. I suppressed a giggle. Feeling without words the finer interchange of spirit and heart. It is there. Still. Strong. Piercing in the polite staccato of your voice. In your eyes. In the posture of your neck. I feel anew.
I missed your face.
It was real. I felt. I suppressed a giggle. Feeling without words the finer interchange of spirit and heart. It is there. Still. Strong. Piercing in the polite staccato of your voice. In your eyes. In the posture of your neck. I feel anew.
I missed your face.
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