Tuesday, May 7, 2024

#608: our last breath


dying beloved
wordless beauty
exhausted and numb
breast rattle and chuff
 
so much 
time
lost

imagine her squeezing my fingers
murmur useless prayers into
deaf ears

but you
my old friend
you found her parched lips and she gasped you in
like one drowning 
from too much 
life

if i could
i would have exchanged my breath
for hers
but, no
you stayed with me and she left us alone
together


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