our hush

OUR HUSH

We inhaled a universe,

exhaled stardust stories -

in those moments,

time was a tapestry

we wove with our breath.

The air tasted

of both summer storms and

the crisp edge of winter dawns,

how it filled our lungs

with the essence of now,

binding us in an invisible thread

of oxygen, carbon - something divine.

We shared breaths like secrets,

a communion of souls

in the silent language of living.

I remember the rhythm,

your inhale, my exhale -

The synchronicity of our heartbeats

whispering of ancient dances,

of leaves swaying with the wind,

of waves caressing the shore,

leaving parts behind

with each tender withdrawal.

We breathed,

not just to live,

but to exist together,

in a bubble where time hesitated,

gave us a chance

to etch our beings into the air itself.

Those breaths,

they carried laughter and tears,

hopes as light as the air,

fears as heavy as the silence

that fell when our breathing

was the only sound.

Do you remember

the hush of the world,

how it seemed to pause,

to listen to our shared rhythm,

envious of our harmony?

We were the masters of moments,

the architects of a fragile eternity

crafted from nothing more than

the air that danced between us,

fleeting yet infinite in memory.

I breathe now,

solo,

each inhale a memory,

each exhale a wish

to find that synchrony again.

But as the world keeps turning,

and my breaths echo in the emptiness,

I carry the remembrance,

a beacon in the night,

A touch of breeze from the

Wind that whispered of home -

The wind that held us

When we lived to breath

together.