Postcards from an Admirer
3. London, 2016
(En route to London by train; English countryside view, in the rain.)
Maybe it was just a moment.
Perhaps it was, in truth, over in a breath.
Then again, I wouldn’t let the air out of my lungs for fear of
disrupting the beauty.
Maybe it meant nothing.
It could have been my imagination.
Then again, you didn’t look away. You held your breath
captive within broad lungs.
Was it for fear of your long exhale filling
the sails that would separate us,
recreating the distance of normal life like an ocean’s vastness?
Hold your breath, I pray, and let’s drift.
About the Creator
Rachel Colleen
I grew from deep roots, from people of faith & purpose. I'm a make-it-happen girl trained by generations of strong, stubborn women to get the job done. I am deeply passionate about food, music, story, and how God calls His people. I write.
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