I breathed in and out.
My breath an expression of a thousand moments of intimacy exchanged between us.
Of a thousand moments within myself.
A relief passes over me and through me as if letting go…or hanging on.
You draw conclusions from what you see and from what you hear.
Which will make the most impact?
Will it be the silent moments in between words unsaid?
I worry about people’s thoughts of me still. (Sometimes)
Not that they will appear to know me through their first impressions…
but that they will fail to know me through their judgements.
Will we both miss out, then, on this experience like coming to a river and failing to feel the water between our toes?
Will you know my heart?
Will my soul speak to you in the moments that it speaks its truth?
Will my truth ring loudly in your ears?
What do you see beyond my outward manifestation?
Do you see me…Do you see who I am?
I am still here.