missing…the words

Through a window
 I catch the blue night-

The bluster of a mild wind

Shaking trees and bushes into a rush.

It was a mere pretense

Of colder times
when I would find a still patch of air

Embrace a pocket of warmth.

So glad to be held

In the moment of a stolen comfort.

So it was this way with you

Every moment seemed

Stillness in a rush of wind

A comfort I could not keep

And tender because I knew

It was like the words we pressed

Lips to ear; a tribute to a struggle to be

And be near, as breath shaped

The bridge we could never forget.

Now, they are missing…the words;

We gave life, the words that kept us in

One loving sentence