Whisper

I find my forehead pressing up against the cold of the window and wonder why the snow falls in silence.

I notice the twitching of my fingers as they hang in air and wonder why the sky remains so grey.

I feel the intake of breath through my lungs and wonder whether the air tastes the same outside of this room.

I smell the scent of unwashed sheets, pop-tart edges, sweaty gym socks and wonder why the earth revolves on its short axis to leave my days lonely- leaving me wanting the nights.

I touch the static ends of my wind-swept hair and wonder if he still longs to catch the strands as they danced freely from my head.

Today, I woke up and realized that wondering requires action. Today I dreamed a different life and I no longer needed to wonder.