His words left his mouth. 
And rode against the walls,
like beams of light, straddling and clinging the cold wood of the room
Trying to run as fast as they could away from him.
The stale air penetrated the door, and his words found their exit.
They soared across mountains,
passing through skin and bone
the words ebb with wind
and flow with cloud
and slowly mold themselves into
melodies, then symphonies
agreements, then arguments.
The gleam from a sleepy sun, gave the words something amazing
They gave them texture, they gave it breath.And now a simple three words had become
everything that mattered
They became a being.
hurting, then healing
whenever it chose.
And he never would have guessed
 that love would travel that far.