Turn of Phrase
Your words wrapped around me
like wisps of
lush and languid, soft and reassuring and gentle,
and I allowed myself to get lost,
I lost myself in the depth of their scent and the
complexity of their flavor and the
weight they held, floating improbably in the small space
we once had.
And then…and then.
until your words held weight
your voice could not carry
and your promises lingered,
weightless and taunting,
long after the air had cleared.