Breathe me in. Exhale your regret. Through your veins course the memories of a childhood, a smile, a life untouched by disdain. The innocence is taken away by many faceless men without mercy. There was nothing you could do? There was nothing you would do. There was absolutely nothing. Nothing was there.
A glint in your eyes, the reflection of forced graces and habitual emotion, a trace of gratitude; the insecurities are blinked away.
Cut off, without air we descend like the volume of a thousand tired screams. Our world slows down. Coming to a halt, I ask the wind my questions. They travel to silence, in silence, returned with silence, a code we don’t understand.
Surely he talks. But there is no sound.
Nothing was there.