four

walking, breath in your scent
your eyes are cold
your hands, warm on mine
for a second you stop
for a second i freeze
"do you see it?", you ask tone gental as the light breeze that flows gentily over our bodys.
i can't see it
tho i squint
tho i try
i cannot see it
you repeat, your tone harsher, filled with concern.
my throat drys, my answer chamber to my thoughts.
my mouth opens wide to scream out "no, there is nothing to see!"
but my answer remains chamber in my thoughts.