As a breath from the West



29/10/16 My eyes to the clouds took me to somewhere in the past

Watching the passage of clouds

as they traverse the sky above.

A cool breeze blows, 

my unacclimatized skin raising pimples.

I shiver and close my eyes

and think of yesterday,

and your hand on my cheek.

You said something to me,

a whisper in my ear,

words straight to the heart.

Your skin gave a promise,

your eyes confirmed,

and your silence

sealed all.





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