Written

Waking up
to a forgotten
dream, the words
slipping away,
fighting to remember
what she has seen,
what she always
wanted to say

A whisper 
meant to be
heard,
his mouth over hers,
breathing in each other
until it hurt

Needing space
to breathe,
and letting him go,
watching him leave,
then reopening the 
door

He went too fast,
she slowed down;
he hit the brakes,
she turned them around

History was written,
never meant for the
page, he always listened,
she never looked away;
an invisible story 
in the margins 
and left over
white space.