~ gasping again ~
I take in a breath,
careful not to go so deep
as to the very spot
where you used to be.
That spot, that tender spot
so far inside me
I never knew existed...
til you found it.
My soul received you,
so willingly,
so lovingly.
It was there you lived,
breathed and loved.
I’ve done it too many times,
taken the air in too far
til it met with that spot.
Something so very scary happens.
In that very moment of connection,
air to that spot, that place so deep...
what I felt was a big empty space
waiting for your return,
is actually all that is left of me...
and it comes bursting forth
in the form of tears...
so many tears.
Choking on them,
struggling to take in
even a small breath,
I gag on the truth;
I cannot breathe.
Sometimes this phenomenon
startles me out of a peaceful sleep.
Other times it’s in the middle
of the busiest times at work,
with people all around me.
There is no warning,
and try as I might
to suppress this exposure,
this baring of my soul,
I continue to need that next breath ...
and you.
And so I do it again,
taking in such a deep breath,
filling my lungs with all I need
to feel you close to me.
Again I cry,
sobbing, wailing,
because that spot,
reserved for just you,
continues to swell and fill
with memories and love,
and here you are....
puncturing my soul
with all you are to me...
my very best friend...
and
my next breath.
Deep, so deep, I tasted the pain...A love so tender...should not bring about such heartache, yet often it does... Dorothy Singing a Sad Song