I break at this soft image of your heart; I fall in love with each moment. I speak to us; I speak to us and I let us fall into my existence. Us. You and me. This is the turning point; this is where the waves will crash. You crash into me like the bravest aftermath. You are a secret worth keeping. This image is like a revival; where can you be now; where should we go next... I whisper this pure flame into our story. I wish for us. And when I'm at this lake I see us in each wave; I hurt in this nothingness; I hurt without you. The privacy that is you and me; we come and we go and break at this moment. I am silenced by this image of your soft heart; the wind and the rain; it sweeps through us and sweeps through you and me; I am yours at this brutal silence. I collide with your image; we're soft but we're strong. And, this is where we become one.
April 27th 2022, by Tina Jaxen
