Slurs

Ordinary

To s.o.
//
I sometimes wonder
if one day my presence would affect the way you breathe.

Then I remember
that I would never be close enough.

I remember
that I'm a soul with no corpse.

I cannot be seen,
I cannot be heard,
nor be felt.

I remember
that you're too good to inhale air
like we humbly do.

//
Saturday, March 14, 2015 | 17:07