How he speaks to me

it doesn't always feel the same

Sometimes, it is so still; as if the space had never been field.

Other times, it blows me to the right (just between strides) as if telling me to watch my step.

Then there are days, (my favorite days) in which my body feels warm and a delicate breeze foreshadows a twist;

a reminder of how you held me by the wrist every time that my thoughts held me hostage in the mist.

Have a nice day! 💛