I Was the Breeze

I was one thought –
a single word scrawled across
lined paper,
shoved between the dog-eared pages of
your favorite book.

I was the dedication –
a string of lines sewn together
to make a show for the world:
“Look how much I love her,”
it screamed.

I was the breeze,
pulling lightly at your curls
and flipping the page as you edited,
red marked
me right out of your life.

I was the breeze
that held her breath,
turned into a gale of ambitious proportions,
and ripped the words
from your throat.

Copyright © Laura A. Lord 2015


A big thanks to MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie for their photo prompt this week! Check it out here!