The Silence of Breath

It was three days after a full moon, and although it only appeared to be yet another full moon this very night, it was not, but was still lonesome and beautiful. It was silent and quiet. I was laying on my bed, I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't let the approaching restlessness have the better of me.

I closed my eyes to pay attention to the noises around me which are usually insignificant and go unnoticed. I could hear the crickets chit-chattering, giving the night importance by their presence like as if they were an impatient crowd waiting to witness something that was going to happen, left in suspense, left with curiosity, left with the hopes of amazement . I blocked the cheer of the crowd out from my head and it happened.

I could hear your breath while you were fast asleep. The pure innocence of a child, the presence of an angel. Each time you inhaled, it felt like something was taken away from me. And each time you exhaled, I could feel your breath on my skin, trickling down my neck, slowly running down my cleavage and winding up in my heart. It was no sooner that I realized that the rhythm of my breath caught up and intertwined with yours and at some point meeting in sync with it for brief moments. And then I could hear my heart pound faster and harder and it wouldn't stop. And yet the peace and calm overcame restlessness long before I paid any heed to it.

Even though I had the choice to seize it all, I did not have the heart to. I did not want my heart to slow down. It was as though I was right beside you that very night you were in deep slumber, in my arms. I wished that I could watch that pristine face, run my fingertips through your naked skin as carefully as caressing a bubble on my palm, kiss your forehead to wish you a goodnight, kiss your eyes to wish you sweet dreams, and gently kiss your tender lips to give you all the love I had.

I longed for your touch, I longed for your presence, I longed for you...