The Humidity of a Silent Heartbeat
The humidity clings to my collarbone like an uninvited guest who refuses
Summer Cicada
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
The sun is a heavy weight upon my shoulders, smelling of salt
The Salt-Scented Silence Between Us
The humidity of August clings to my skin like a second, heavier
The Salt-Scented Silence at Platform Four
The station air is thick, a humid blanket that clings to the
White Linen Dreams at Platform Four
The air is heavy, smelling of hot iron and salt. A single
The Scent of Rain on Warm Asphalt
The air conditioning hums a sterile prayer, but I can still feel
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
The sun is a heavy weight upon my shoulders, pressing the scent
The Fragrance of Unspoken Promises
The sun is a heavy weight upon my shoulders, smelling of hot
The Scent of Fallen Petals on Concrete
I stand here while the city hums a low, indifferent tune beneath
The Salt on My Skin Is Your Name
The city hums a low, metallic song that never sleeps, yet here
The Salt on Your Skin, The Silence Between Us
The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and distant
The Indigo Hum of a Tuesday Night
The air smells of cheap detergent and old electricity. I sit on
