The day that I lost you
I didn’t think I’d survive
But I’m all buds and blooms now
Watch me thrive

Words,
When I can't say them, I write them
And when I write, I am consumed
in the beauty of written expression.

Words,
so often taken for granted
Yet these are my saving grace
Written words are my therapy.

Come close this time
To question my breaths
And hear the whispers of your name
Between the distances of those unnamed breaths and soundless sighs.