To you I am a whisper.
A single text in a group chat.
A notification left on read.
I am quiet footsteps on a hushed carpet
The craters on the moon. The warm honey glow of spring. The smallest crevice and crack is what I call home. I am the things you don't notice at all.
To me you are butterflies erupting in a rib cage.
A semicolon at the end of a sentence; wrongly placed over a poem about you.
To me you are coffee stains on pages and tap shoes on puddles.
You are everything this world has to offer.
You are skydiving and hot air balloons, the risk of love without the commitment, a first kiss and a last goodbye. You are teenage heartbreak and a shattered vase to a tile floor.
You are what I notice the most in my life.
You are oxygen and serotonin and dopamine. You are every chemical and rush and thrill.
You are everything.
To me you are a scream.
But to you I am a whisper.
