Staying

There are feelings that live in the exhalation - quiet, almost transparent, like steam on glass. This is exactly what it is: tenderness on the verge of exhaustion, closeness that already hurts a little. When everything is still warm, but somewhere inside, the coldness of farewell is already gathering. As if the night held its breath so as not to scare away the last minute together. And this makes you feel both calm and sad - like after a dream that is too beautiful to be true.