stolen breath

Sometimes breathing is hard

Longing and anxiety make me reach

For an artificial cure

The lure of what was taken

And what I miss

Lives so deep within

In a wordless place

I am besieged by imaginings

In which you and I finally embrace

And get to trace the outlines of each other curves

As the growing silence of dusk

Enfolds us

Instead you are thousands of miles away

As I awaken to my self

Never sure of where to reach

A text can be so empty sometimes

And still I rise

And try to find a way to live

But often

Ever so often

When I think of you

With longing

I find my breath

Is stolen