They spend their days and bad nights

Reading from the book of life seeking

Something so drastic the walls of hell

Will fall away leaving love alone in the room


Breathe I chant from the other room

Making poems and writing lines

Breathe I yell into the sunset, breathe

For God’s sake, but not really for hers for yours


Is this swosh in and out over and over

Soundless unless it becomes labored then louder than thunder

Seeking escape, wanting it back, letting it go

Some nights I feel you entering the room sweetening

The air filling the dark lungs with your soft breath.

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