Sounds of You

I listened to the sound of you breathing last night. Its steady and consistent flow so equally balanced with each inhale and exhale. As it seemed to be rocking my soul to sleep.

While you were away, I grew accustom to the way your house speaks at night. The refrigerator makes a running noise that can only be heard right after the knock that follows the air conditioner kicking off. There are also two owls that often speak to each other after the sun goes down, which is also about the time the crickets begin to sing. And, if you listen closely enough, you can even hear the rumble of the train moments before the sound of its whistle can be heard in the distance. Yet tonight, the only sound I hear is you breathing.

My head laying under your arm and my hand resting over your heart, I am rising and falling at your pace as our breath begins to syncopate. I looked up to see you in a peaceful slumber just as a beam of light from the full moon began illuminate your face. I paused and thanked God for allowing me to experience this moment with you. Then I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of you breathing.