It’s like a breath,
one fleeting, wonderful breath.
One bittersweet, aching rush of air
through my deprived lungs;
The memories.
The moments when I think – hope –
you’ll be there if I turn around.
The short, everlasting, breathless milliseconds
when I can see you face, hear your laugh
and feel your presence.
It’s like a breath.
And I wish,
I wish I could hold my breath for eternity.

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