Just Enough..

Every breath was a kiss, every glance a whisper. I loved him just the same.

They stood next to each other like two parts of a dream, never knowing they would only make sense as one.

The feeling of the words made her warm on the inside, even as grey dust wrapped the window sill in a thick blanket. He could hear his heart-beat echoing in his ears, if not for that he would never know he was alive. Her belief in their story was strong, the faith that he would eventually find her was carried to his world, a present at a door he would never answer, a letter delivered but forever unopened.

He kissed her in his dreams but awaking had no memory of her lips.

She was only there when it mattered, he was only hers when it rained. They stepped by eachother only seconds apart.

On that morning when their world crumbled they lived their last moments in gaps in-between the fallen rubble. She tried to scream help, it only came out as a whisper. He heard her voice and remembered it from a dream, he reached towards the sound. They couldn't see each other, but they tried to move closer and as their fingertips brushed together in the last breath of the night, they left this world holding hands.