Echoes and Blurs: Radio Silence

The sounds of the city come and go, never ceasing or ending.

That one moment where I concentrate on you.

Your being, thoughts, and spirit all fill my mind.

I, being the worrying sort, think of those quiet moments where no words are shared, and we hold each other.

The world continues its path and only we matter in that precious second.

Your being, thoughts, and spirit all fill my mind filling my ears wondering when will I see you again?