Letters from Xhale the magazine Words that breathe. Stories that Linger,

I couldn’t hear your voice through the thunder.
Fear came easily, stealing my patience,
and in that unsteady moment
I abandoned the love
that once loved me back.

Now the storm has thinned to memory,
and I stand in the quiet it left behind,
wondering if love ever truly left—
or if I was simply too afraid
to stay and listen.