A breath. Caught. Inside.
A breath. Exhaled. Died.
It wasn't enough. To breathe.
I never could get enough air.
Enough peace. Enough anything.
By what every breath could not provide:
Life. My life.
Enough air to breathe.
Enough space to be.
All this time I searched for you.
I looked and looked and couldn't see.
I screamed and screamed
But not very loudly.
I waited out the days and nights.
Apologized and explained too much.
Wasn't me. Wasn't me. Wasn't me...
A subtle shift.
A sudden strength.
My heart. My heart. My heart. My lungs...
My soul. My time.
My one. My one.