It’s like a breath,
One fleeting, wonderful breath.
One bittersweet, aching rush of air
through my deprived lungs;

The memories.

The moments when I think – hope –
you’ll be there if I turn around.

The short, everlasting, breathless milliseconds
when I can see you face, hear your laugh
and feel your presence.

It’s like a breath.
And I wish,
I wish I could hold my breath for eternity.

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