It's the cold autumn air you breath out when you sigh after exiting a coffee shop where you met your friend to share some life with.
It's the silence outside in between the early morning and the late night where existence bows to itself and rest its hands on the shoulders of earth.
It's the deep breath you take after releasing tears of fear from the undoing he is capable of from taking too much from you.
It's the song you hear, when nothing was said, but doesn't need to be, because your hearing it all now.
It's the laughing by yourself after watching something you knew she would have loved, so you laugh harder to make up for her absence.
It's the old writings you kept to just relive those heart pangs to make sure you never die without feeling alive again.
It's the old forgotten photographs you find when you need some peace with time.
It's the rest during an embrace when he knows you heart needs some lifting.
It's the understanding eye contact you share with a sibling during an uncomfortable situation.
It's the peace you find with driving around aimlessly with no expectation of destination.
It's you.
-M
