In this moment

In this moment, she breathes in the balmy forest air.

In this moment, tears of gold stain a long-lost one's shirt.

In this moment, nothing else matters.

In this moment, his fingers tentatively slip between hers.

In this moment, they breathe in and out together, and no one else exists.

It is for these moments that I am thankful.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741