Silhouette
There is something about the absolute silence
of your presence. The world slows and everything
is slightly stiller, slightly colder waiting for you.
I felt the effects on the world before I saw you.
Your dark silhouette planted against the light doorway
so unaware of my presence. I was walking by and
it had been so long since we spoke, but that one glimpse
felt like your hands were once more circling my waist
and my face pressed against your neck on a winter's night.
The world was waiting and so was I, not breathing,
waiting for you to speak any one word.
But you moved back from the doorway
your lips not making one twitch
and the sounds of night picked up again.
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