Does he choose to walk through my door to greet me with his scintillating eyes

and choose to leave

steps heavy and shoulders hung notches lower

(noticeable only to someone who hungrily watches the way he moves)

 

Or is it just breath

unconscious movements in his chest

easy and deep

tight and smoky

 

 I whisper into my wave goodbye

 

pay attention

be astonished

this sweet, rain washed air we breath

makes no judgements on the lungs that briefly hold it