The Hummingbird

It broke my heart when those words you said to me after I told you I missed you disintegrated in my mind. I don't know why the things you say seem to float in the air and hold the moment like they're claiming the second in the name of their implication, but they do. Why did it seem like everyone missed the point when it was stopping me in my tracks?

Those tiny moments that freeze my thoughts and breath and slow down time like the hummingbird in the backyard after I woke up determined to be a bitch.

I live for those moments. And I remembered what you said.