they were big sighs.
she told me not to,
as they made her nervous.
or something along those lines.
the case being - apparently - that my
unexplainable puffs during
moments of silence
were indicators of unease.
like something was
wrong.
i never told her they were
thoughts. the ones too big to
express, a heavy feeling
on my chest that i let loose
and sent spinning
in the air to dangle and float,
heady things that came
pitter pattering, landing on our
bodies, in our hair.
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