Sweet Nothing

Image Credit: Alexey Bednij, My Modern Net So she thought, about the ins and outs of their time in the sun, when the breeze carried them into the clouds, their bodies floating— together, in sync. She thought about the way they moved in unison, not touching, yet still feeling— shallow breaths, subtle looks. She thought they were one. She thought they could stay like that: every summer— maybe even winter— moving together the way they did best, lying still, the rise and fall of their chests. But he had his plans. And she? Just her thoughts. Was it only fun for him? Should it have been nothing more? Losing touch, losing breath, crashing hard to the ache of earth again. So she thought she’d be done. Yet there he was—again. And she was back in the clouds, thinking of when it all began.