It's not about breathing
and it never was
gasping sighs and gentle intakes
I breathe because of what you were for me
the most purple moisture, you
resting beneath my skin
to keep me and to save me
letting blood click slowly by
I never once forgot your voice
or the permanent apologies on your tongue
you were what you were
and I'm empty where you existed
but alive because you did.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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