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

Life, love—question mark.

I don’t know if this will pass,
or if everything I try to embark
will ever become something real.
But I’ll be good to you,
or at least I’ll try to be.

Nothing but a question mark.

I’ll see you in so many ways,
and I try to understand your days.
I’ll compliment your dress,
then somehow make a mess
of all these things I feel inside my chest.