The bedsheets fall
Collapsing to the floor with more weight,
Yet more ease,
Than ever before
The silence breaks
Shattering into a cacophony of little crackles,
Little crackles the ear would,
At one time,
The walls flex
Arching with the wave of a hand,
With the breeze of a breath
With the passing of words,
Never before spoken aloud.
The world jolts
Erupting a kaleidoscope upon the books,
Upon the forks and the spoons,
Upon the beam we so carefully edge ourselves along.
Trying to desperately hard not to slip,
But teetering happily and daringly with every passing gust.
My eyes catch yours,
The world halts its motion
The colors cease to change
And I remember, with regret, that we're only one in spirit.