oh germany, dear germany.

We whispered words, tasting them silently on our tongues like stolen cookies from a jar. Not words that mean little to you or I, but names. Names of places where our cameras had flashed and our breathing had been long and deep, hoping to take something with us other than in our luggage. We stretched vowels in between teeth as our taste buds tingled with flipped and rolled consonants--our eyes growing wide to the secret and silent wonder that was simply words. But more importantly than places, we whispered people. People that meant more to us than our limited senses, for they were there today, cradling our innocence as we carried them in our mouths--silently. Tomorrow they would be gone, with nothing but a picture or an eyelash mistakenly fallen onto our clothes for us to remember, but their names we carried with us--silently, on our tongues.