Quiet

Quiet. When you open your eyes and the world is still dark

Undisturbed by headlights, street signs, TV channels

You know that everything is so beautiful it's almost like a museum:

Some things just can't be touched.

Quiet. When I touch your hand,

I pretend I am reaching into your heart,

But all I feel is the surface of your skin.

I haven't lost you.

This is important.

Quiet. I remember when I could hear your breathing

Above all the surrounding noise,

The car engines and the TV commercials and the voices

And I imagined it was nothing more than us,

This rhythm,

This peace.