Cryptic pictures

lining the walls, like climbing cracks,

or perhaps just lines, without overthinking it.

Pictures of you,

pictures of climbing cracks,

like expanding vines,

breathing but somehow suspended,

I can explain….

Alive and standing,

Alive and suspended,

like you

breathing…. but without overthinking it.

like you

Unlike most pictures, hanging in most places and holding it’s breath(s)

more similar to sculpture in that sense ,

You are missing from the wall,

but holding onto me,

Your breath is missing from this room too, especially when its cold,

especially when I am cold,

I can explain…

A sound , a setting, without overthinking it;

Definitely discerning but paramount to the clever climbing vines eventual atrophy,

clinging eventually, to me and to you , too.

and haunting us, more than a few times.