Five
one breath, our breath
the moment i met you
your breath became our breath
my chest tightening as you exhaled
opening as you drew life back in.
you cried
one breath, our breath
my throat burned and my eyes blurred
never had I felt a pain so deeply.
we gasped
one breath, our breath
eyes widening, discovering
brimming with the unknown
seeing for the first time
again and again.
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time walked with us
one breath, our breath
wrapping sunrises with bows of wonder,
and sometimes hurt
and frustration.
but our breath always found the next breath.
each was time’s gift to us.
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you spoke
one breath, our breath
every word danced on my lips
hearing choreography in every syllable,
every pause.
you ran
one breath, our breath
faster, fuller
my feet light in your tread
barely skimming the path as it narrowed
and widened.
then you laughed, oh that laugh
one breath, our breath
uncaged
unbridled
unfettered
i was intoxicated by that melody
rising and falling with each breath.
our breath.
………………………………………….
time will one day leave us
one breath.
until then, my hand on your chest
feeling it rise and fall with the sun
here i will stay
listening, waiting, holding
one breath, our breath.
Happy 5th birthday, sweet Vonnegut. I count every minute of these last five years as a gift. My heart (and my breath) is always yours.
Did you write that Amy? It’s beautiful!
Hi Michelle, yes I did write this piece. Thank you for your sweet comment. I was feeling particularly nostalgic the day I wrote it, but I am so glad I made myself put words down on paper instead of smushing away those feelings.
Beautiful. I’m glad you wrote instead of smushed, too. *great big hugs*