Falling Breath
A moment listening back.
Her words fell on my heart like quiet snow.
No rush—
No sound—
Just warmth learning how to land.
Beneath, a hum—
no voices,
no sounds—
something learning not to call.
Darkness leaning closer,
soft wings folding over sound.
Stillness holding its breath,
tightening.
Then light,
slow as thaw,
unwrapped the air.
What broke wasn’t silence—
it was time, returning there,
softly falling through to warmth.
Her words fall on my heart like quiet snow.
No rush—
No sound—
Just her warmth still learning how to land.
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A little girl still learning how to land..
If you felt this, you might like a few more poems from the same breathline.
Nothing truly leaves — it just changes how it stays.
If something moved in you — a silence that whispered — I’d love to hear it below, or in my DM’s.
Beautiful!
"breath,
tightening.
Then light,
slow as thaw,
unwrapped the air."
The way you suspended the flow across the line break but held it alive there with the half-rhyme, the sharp "t"s balanced with the long, sighing assonance - lovely.
It feels like a certain type of quiet, the one created by looks between the eyes, rather than by words...