Please Breathe
I look at you from a distance
Remembering what it was
To feel your breath upon my neck
I see you laughing in my mind
Hiding behind your smile
Shaky in your own skin
Hesitant to breathe and taste the world around you
I remember our last walk
Through the overgrown trails we trampled as children
The way we used to run and chase one another
Careless and free
How you were always the great knight
Rescuing me from a danger being tied to a tree
Now you walked with your head down
Like you lost something and you planned to find it
There on the ground
I remember how you used to hold me at the window
As the rain reached down to the earth
The lightning flashing
Filled with passion
Thunder shook but gone unheard
Between us..
Between the sheets
Nothing could come closer to heaven
Like you..
Holding me
I remember the nights I spent alone watching the moon
With you lying in our bed
How I could no longer get you to move
Lying there wide eyed and silent inside your head
Like you were patiently waiting for a sign
I remember no longer feeling you squeeze back
When I held your hand in mine
I often adored you in your sleep
Watching your gentle breath passing through your lips
Laying my head against your chest
Telling myself “Remember Thisâ€
I watched you slipping further from me
To a place you could not stand
A place you could not breathe
I watched you throw your hopes to the wind
The final breaths as you were dying
I watched a tear fall from your tired eyes
How the pillow gently embraced your head
I pulled you close and begged
“Keep Tryingâ€
I felt the stillness that took you away
Steal away the best parts of me
I held you tight
I thought if I might
Beg..
You’d come back to me
“PLEASE BREATHEâ€
Not once was a moment I thought I'd see
Myself ever standing with you not next to me
Not once did I let an hour stray
Never knowing when you would be taken away
Not once did I love you less than me
Without you I was only half of what I could be
Not once did I think I would see this day
That I’d be Waiting to say goodbye
Standing in a line
Through tearfilled eyes
In denial
One last time,
Your hand in mine
-Catherine D.
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This Book is 292 pages of insanity, Love, anger, despair, rebuilding a world, stealing back my truth and mostly a journey of never giving up...
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