And this to is a gift
that i can drive off in my car
and let the sounds of my cries mix with the wheels
that take me to where you can't hear.
See the sky bleed red and pink;
there's a world out side of me
that doesn't feel--
and this too is a gift.
The ache of taking back
what you took away with the touch of your mouth;
i breathe on my own again--
your breath my breath your breath.
Now I breathe alone
with the shock of it.