The answer to silence :
Is a breath of someone you remember
It seeps into yours lips,
It blossoms up your neck
Turns it into a tendril drowsed in rain.
It caresses the lungs, painting them
In hues or orange, red and shallow yellow.
Your toes move when you hear me.
Have you ever noticed?
A freckle gleams and shapes the arc of cheeks.
Its like the summer where you met me.
Its the summer , you shall never have again.
I became the monsoon, after that,
Turned you into a rainforest
Drop by drop.
Like it should always have been.