Spring Air
- Taylor Heussner
- Nov 6, 2017
- 1 min read
Particles, or fragments, settle inside
my chest.
The wind knocks my door as if I’m
expecting someone.
Invisible loneliness, I’ve heard you
come by before.
Gentle friends, like lovers in a previous
lifetime, I say hello and let it blow through.
A bird calls outside my window and I’m aware
she, too, is searching.