Others Are Not

You're in snowflakes

that melt on my lips,

in the breeze of

my moving fingertips,

in my jokes, in my laugh,

in what makes me proud,

in the things that

others are not.

You've divided my time

to "before", "while", and "after",

like a mother's cry,

like a child's laughter,

like a silent voice

that makes this life

a background noise

to our love.

Reviews

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Beautiful, love the imagery and the sensory appeal in this write. So lovely!